“I’ll owe you one,” I said. That seemed to amuse the hell out of him. Wrinkled topography appeared at the corner of his eye. “Given the caliber of your talents for making enemies, I hope you’ll understand if I don’t consider what you offer a sound long-term value.” I smiled and sipped some beer. “But it’s worth a few minutes of your time—or you wouldn’t have come here in the first place.” That drew a quick flicker of an amused smile. “I will accept your offer of one favor—and a nickel.”
