Angel looked at my card, then at Vlado, then me. “Does your lackey talk, or just act like a human purse and hold all your shit for you?” “I talk.” Vlado smiled in that soft way he usually reserved for kids or animals. “Just don’t have a lot to add to the conversation right now.” “Other than being a human handbag?” Angel quipped, some of the suspicion leaving him. Some. “Other than being a human handbag,” Vlado agreed.
