“To be clear,” Lorenzo says as soon as we’re alone, “my comment when you arrived about getting a bullet in the head wasn’t a threat. We both know how distracted you’ve been lately and if you weren’t my best friend, well… let’s not pretend that our relationship hasn’t made me soft when it comes to you.” A flicker of a smile passes over his lips. “But I’m not the only one in this city who carries a gun.” He’s referring to my near miss yesterday. Or, more likely, to all the potential near misses I could face on any given day if I don’t have my shit together and my head in the game. “I know,” I
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