I snatch up the vodka and drop into a chair, propping my feet up on the table as I sip straight from the bottle. Niko comes sauntering in a moment later and claims one of the other seats.
“There’s a storm cloud over your head, my friend,” he observes. “What’s the deal?”
“Nothing. Work. Usual shit.”
He turns like he’s addressing an unseen studio audience. “Folks, he thinks we’re stupid! ‘Work,’ he says. ‘Usual s**t,’ he says. Does he really believe that we don’t see something’s got his panties in a twist?”
“Drop it, Nik.”
“As if I’d ever do something that nice.” Niko sets his plate on the corner of the map and squares up to me. “You went out last night. True or false?”
“I go out a lot of nights.”
“You went out to Sunset Park, specifically.” He licks his thumb.
“Says who?”
“Yuri. He
