It had been a long time since Robert King had been in a suit. But he wore it better than he’d hoped. He’d shaved, slicked his gray hair to one side, and even splashed a bit of cologne on his neck beneath the collar.
He was standing in his bedroom, admiring his ensemble, when he felt the familiar pop between his ears.
popHe turned and found Lou there, her eyes dark and her face as unreadable as always.
He arched a brow. “Nice jacket. Is it new?”
It had to be new. Her old one was beat to s**t and looked like a homeless person had given it a ten-year tour of the world’s back alleys and dumpsters.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Have you seen the news?” he asked, turning back toward the mirror.
“I haven’t had time.”
“I guess not. You left a lot of blood on my carpet,” he said. Then, before she could
