And I couldn’t tell him that maybe, just maybe, I’d started to believe Gayl wasn’t who we thought he was. What was one more secret? One more lie? We see dark, hidden secrets, a deceitful tongue. For in the wake of the wicked, your poison will come. Let it come. I’d deal with that later—right now, I wanted to take something for myself. “Yes,” I said. “I think I’d like that, Leo.”
