Chapter 43: What Do You Think of These?
That evening Richter convinced Ken to spend a few hours above Cupcakes and enjoy a string of drinks with him. David was still with Jarr, the Mitchell family, and most of Snowden’s population at the VFW, continuing Hayden’s wake.
Richter knew that Ken was a vodka kind of guy. Straight. No ice. Three fingers’ worth in each cocktail. He poured the Skye into two glass tumblers and passed one to the underwear model. Richter sat in a straight-back reading chair while Ken reclined bare-chested in a pair of tight jeans on the sofa. Both had already consumed two cocktails and was currently working on their third. Richter said, “David told me you’re single at the moment.”
“I am,” Ken slurred his words. “My last boyfriend was an asshole. He decided he liked
