I have to admit my heart was pumping blood to beat the band, but I was goddamned if I was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. “Going somewhere?” I asked so casually you’d’ve thought I was vaguely curious about the time of day.
He avoided my eye. “I am going to take one of those nonstops to the most Florida city I can find,” he announced huskily. “Dayr-az-Zawr on the Euphrates is a hot possibility—I heard on the grapevine it is more Florida than Miami. I am going to check into a fully staffed cockroach condominium and never check out.”
With that, L. Falk … up and walked out… of my entire goddamn life.
Hey, it was no big deal. It’s not like he’s the last Homo chaoticus on earth, right? Besides which Mayday and me, we’re already used t
