Chapter 6
In Grady’s world, lies always came in different flavors. There were the vanilla lies, the ones that slipped out in everyday conversation without even trying, the ones that were completely harmless and said, “I’m fine,” or, “You look fantastic.” Then, there was strawberry, the fun and flirty, the ones reserved for dates and parties and those moments before finally getting your hands on someone’s naked flesh. Chocolate ones did the most damage. People uttered those knowing full well the price they cost, and were willing to accept the consequences.
He was used to cataloguing lies, even his own. Back in New York, lies of omission fell under vanilla. Everybody did it. Nobody cared.
Chicago, apparently, had an entirely different system for truth-telling. Here, Colin was the expert,
