I stopped two feet from the table. "Oh, s**t. Oh, s**t. Oh, s**t," I hissed at Brodie. "I know that guy. He works for Gairloch."
"I know him, too, Princess. Keep going."
I couldn't argue. Brodie physically moved me toward the table, and pulled out a chair for me. Once again, I shared a table with Mr. and Mrs. Rollins, the crack-selling congressman and his wife.
"I hope this night goes better than the last we shared." The congressman guffawed. "Crazy bastard set himself on fire. Never seen anything like it, but I'm sure glad to see you again."
"That makes one of us," I muttered.
"Huh? What was that?"
Brodie interrupted. "Congressman Rollins, it's good to see you again. Iain Brodie, sir, we've met several times."
Rollins became flustered. He stared at Brodie as if he was adjusting hi
