Chapter 15“So you and that faculty fag made a scene at Adrian’s Saturday night!” Boros was doing his righteous indignation act.
Grant wanted nothing more than to pound his fists into the Chief’s red, lumpy face.
“No, we did not make a scene. And I can’t help wondering what business it is of yours, whatever might have happened.” He was hanging onto his calm by a thread. “Whoever your informant is, he’s making things up.”
“So you deny it all?”
“Deny what?”
“That you and your, uh, your goddamned queer, uh, paramour, caused a stir and then paraded out, attracting all sorts of attention.”
Grant shook his head. “That’s not what happened. There was a problem in the kitchen. Adrian Lynch apologized and said it would be a while before it was solved, and we opted to leave. There was no fuss. W
