Chapter 10Champagne and Tall Tales
Okay, so the prey hadn’t exactly jumped to take the bait.
The f*****g ball’s in your court, Mann. Make your move, goddammit.
The ball just lay there. Son of a b***h didn’t do anything. No e-mails, no phone calls, no midnight visits. Well, that was more my MO than his, anyway.
All was quiet on the Quinton Mann front.
Wasn’t he supposed to make a move by now, smart guy? that f*****g little voice in the back of my mind sneered.
I’m lulling him into a false sense of security, I informed it.
Right, hot shot. Try telling that to Drum. That’s a line he’d have no trouble buying. It was becoming more vociferous as time passed.
I growled under my breath.
What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.
Go to f*****g hell.
You say that a lot, don’t you? And you mi
