CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
As if Blaser didn’t have enough on his mind, when he got back to his apartment after closing up Risqué, Mattie was sitting in his car in the parking lot waiting for him. For years, he hadn’t seen anything of his cousin and now he was becoming a regular feature. Mattie hadn’t been around with this kind of frequency since before he did time in prison.
“What do you want now?” Blaser asked, unlocking his apartment and going inside without waiting for his cousin.
“I heard the cops were here,” Mattie said. “As soon as I heard I got in the car.”
The place was still a mess, but he retrieved a bourbon bottle from the kitchen unit and two glasses. If Mattie was there anyway, there was no point being rude. He poured two measures and slid one across the kitchen table to Mattie,
