Chapter 31Kale Omlet was nervous. A deserted alleyway behind an empty disco on a foggy British morning was spooky as hell.
“Don’t turn around.”
“He nearly jumped out of his skin when the voice cut too much silence. “Jesus!”
“Nearly scare you to death?”
Omlet had turned around, anyway. “You right sure did.”
“Good.”
“That’s not very nice,” Omlet said.
“You’re not very nice, now, are you?”
Kale Omlet was surprised his feelings could still be hurt.
“I’m only here because of Thor.”
“Thor?”
“Ben Thornton, ya wanker. I can only stand the sight of you for as long as it takes to say what I gotta say.”
“Then say it and go.”
“You bet I will, but first, let me reiterate how stupid this bloody name you’re all of a sudden calling yourself is.”
“That’s rich,” Omlet shot back, “especially co
