I squatted back beside him and patted my hand on his forearm. “No, Lawrence,” I said softly. “I don’t want you dead. I want you to suffer.” The man wept like a baby. I stood. “We’re heading out now, but someone will be back for you tomorrow.” “What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What if I have to piss? And I’ll need water at the very least.” Keir and I walked away, closing the door behind us. “He sure is a stupid fucker. No idea how he got so damn rich.” “Luck.” “Has to be.” We walked up the stairs to the ground floor, bolted the basement door, then returned to the car. “Want me to drop you somewhere? I’m not telling Lina anything until I’ve seen her sister with my own eyes, so I’m headed to Queens.” “I’ll ride with,” said Keir. “I’m invested at this point.” Aside from his personal vend
