“Mr. Langston, I would like to thank you for helping me yesterday. You and I have not gotten along but you still brought me into your home and for that—” “What the fuck are you doing?” I folded my arms across my chest and glared down at her. She was a tall woman, coming up nearly to my shoulder, so I didn’t have to look down far. Her emerald eyes flashed. “I was trying to be professional,” she stammered. “Woman, you saw me kill a man yesterday. I think we’re well past that,” I deadpanned. She flinched but recovered quickly. “Goodbye, Mr. Langston.”
