But Alain was talking. “She got any limes back there?”
“I didn’t see any. I think she cuts ’em fresh every day.”
“Aw well, never mind.”
“You want me to go grab one out the cooler?”
“Nah, hell, don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t mind. Really, I gotta hit the can anyway.” He didn’t, but he needed a minute to collect himself. Things were getting screwy here, all kinds of unspoken signals flying around that he didn’t understand. G-man took his drink with him and gulped it as he made his way through the unlit kitchen.
Limes. He flicked on a single light in the hall and entered the walk-in to look for limes. The cold air felt good on his face. He unbuttoned his jacket and ran a finger under the damp neck of his T-shirt. The limes should be right here on the bottom shelf. He put his empty glas
