“Why do you think he would write that?” He gripped the phone so tightly it looked like he would crush it in his bare hand. “Would I be standing here if it were true?” “I know it’s not true, James. That’s why I’m so pissed.” He was still holding my elbow loosely with his other hand, like he’d forgotten about it. “Morrison is spreading bullshit because he’s got a problem with me.”
