Chapter 1Nice
It took him seven minutes of pacing to work up his nerve, and another minute with his finger hovering above the plastic button before he managed to ring the bell.
A voice from behind the door called, “Who is it?”
“It’s Nice.”
“What?” The door opened, revealing a dark-haired man with a widow’s peak, aquiline nose, and sardonic eyes. At least Nice was at the right address.
“Oh, you. Fritz’s twinkie. What do you want?”
“I need your help.”
Visho raised one eyebrow.
If Nice were less miserable, he would have been jealous.
“I wasn’t aware I owed you a favor.”
“You don’t. But this wouldn’t be a favor exactly. I mean, you might want to. You seem vindictive.”
The corner of Visho’s mouth turned up. “How right you are. Come in.”
Nice followed him into a really lovely foyer w
