Chapter Five
He didn’t answer at first. He watched me, face almost impassive, although I thought I saw a muscle twitch in his cheek, as if he was trying very hard not to betray any emotion. Finally, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, although my voice didn’t even sound like mine, raspy and rough, more like someone who’d spent the last twenty-five years smoking unfiltered Lucky Strikes and drinking Jack. I could almost feel those heavy fingers circling my throat, see those blank eyes staring into mine. Giving a shaky laugh, I added, “Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.”
Something that might have been the beginnings of a smile twitched at one corner of his mouth. Wow, gorgeous and familiar with ’80s cult movies? I hadn’t really expected a Man in Black to recognize a quote
