“Huh?” It was the best I could do right now. Jack laughed again. “So, we’re feigning ignorance? Okay, great. You tell me where you were all day then? Where were you when I needed you?” “What did you need me for?” “That fucker, Lewis, who owns the bar on Fifth, missed his payment, and he beat up the guy I sent for it.” “Well, that’s not my job--Lewis isn’t on my list. It’s not my fault your other guys can’t fight for shit.” Jack studied me and then threw his glass in a sudden burst of energy. It smashed into the cupboard right beside my head, showering me with splinters. I didn’t flinch.
