The tone turns pitying. “Sunblock isn’t just for avoiding wrinkles, Frank.”
* * * *
Karol shows me out, and I hobble down the street wondering if what happened tonight was real, or did someone just slip me some really good drugs at the club? Also, will I ever see my left boot again?
And then a dark shadow detaches itself from an even darker shadow, and there’s Viktor standing in front of me, his skin pale even in the warm glow of the streetlamp. “They let you go?”
“Uh, yeah. Turns out the Mistress is my boss, would you believe it?” I smile, uncertainly.
He looks disgusted. “You have all the luck. Here. I have your boot.”
“Hey, thanks!” I check it’s free of broken glass and then I put it on. My foot heaves a sigh of relief. Metaphorically. Whatever. I don’t realise I’m smiling until I
