I glare down my nose at her. “Did you not notice the actual swords hanging over our heads right now?” Hank has a collection of them. Along with a fair number of hunting knives. He made sure to show them to me. Her cheeks plump. “They’re only for decoration.” “Uh-huh. Sure, they are. Tell me, Button, you ever bring a guy over here? Are their bodies buried in the garden?” “You’re the first. But I’ll be sure to tell your story if you don’t make it out.” “Your concern is touching. Really.”
