Chapter Eighteen
Knights in Tarnished Armor
Omar Bragg was one of those hard-built, lean faced black men like you see in the movies. Good bone structure, perfect teeth with muscles like rope and wire under his skin. Too good looking for his own good. He needed help getting from the car to the three porch steps at Willis’s place, but wouldn’t take any.
Michelle Holloway held the door for him, watching like a mongoose watches a cobra. They went inside and got Omar settled on the couch. He looked around, taking the simple house in, evaluating everything with those glinting, intelligent brown eyes.
“All right, I’m here,” he said after a minute. “Question is why?”
Willis took a seat and propped his feet on the coffee table between them. “You want a pain pill or anything? Glass of water? Co
