“Start talking and I’ll get you a chair. You can take some of the pressure off your wrists and that leg.”
He nods, shuddering and I hook a chair out from under the table, easing it behind him then supporting him at the waist to let him sit. Pulling out another for myself, I straddle to face him.
“Now, talk.”
“I fell for her, Larry. I trusted her…” He shudders. “Don't you do that. Don't ever trust anyone.” His face twists into a parody of a smile. “Not that you would, of course. You're brighter than me. I suppose that why it was always me working for you rather than the other way around.”
I don’t reply to that, but inside me, something ugly writhes, snarling… “What's her name, Baxter. Her real name? Who is she?”
“Not sure. I know her as Juliana. Juliana Diaz. But she knows you... Both
