“Why?”
“I understand congratulations are in order,” he said patiently. “You’ve received a promotion.”
I grunted and turned toward the kitchen. Gossip spread faster than a plague in the intelligence community, and I wasn’t stupid enough to think that by getting rid of one mole, I’d plugged all the leaks in the WBIS.
Mann followed me and leaned against the island counter while I stretched to reach one of the upper cabinets where I kept the glasses and took down a pair. The rent boys had given me the set when I’d moved in. No one had ever given me a housewarming gift before, and I’d been taken aback and hadn’t known what to say.
“Just say thanks, Vince.” And Pretty Boy had leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. Sweetcheeks had scowled but kept his mouth shut.
I peered into the
