“Why him, though? We’re a little far from Boston. I’m sure there are plenty of lowlife drug dealers for entertainment up there that you don’t need to come this far for one guy.” A weighted silence thickens the air, both of us paused with ribs heading toward our mouths. A sly smile spreads across my lips as Sloane’s face falls. “You totally know who I am.” “Oh my God.” “You do. You know what I like to hunt on my home turf. How long have you been a fan?” “Dear Christ, stop.”
