“You have no reason to help me.” “Oh, bullshit,” Lorenzo says, shoving to his feet. “I’ve got plenty of reasons to help you.” I stare at him. “Name one.” “I can name a dozen.” I wave at him. “Well, then, go on, I’m listening.” “One,” he says, “I’m bored as shit and it’s something to do. There’s not a lot else to do right now.”
