Chapter 28
REACHING ACROSS THE TABLE, I grab hold of Roger’s Bloody Mary
and take a big drink. I slam the glass down. Hard. Blood-red liquid spatters
the table.
“Jeez, take it easy, Moonlight,” he says. “It’s not our
fault you had to go and ball my wife.”
Guy’s got a point.
I partied and had s*x his wife. I’ve been mentally avoiding
that obvious deviation of SOP for a quite a while now and it’s time I owned up
to it. In fact, if it weren’t for that one small, major mistake, I might walk
out of there right now with payment in hand, and later on take my chances with
the Albany cops. But not me. Not Richard “d**k” Moonlight. Not Captain
Head-Case. I might have a chunk of .22 caliber bullet stuck inside my brain,
and that bullet might help cause me to make the wrong decision from
