I shake my head with a sigh. “You got a lot of nerve, big man.” “You make a lot of stupid decisions, Snow. You think that guy or Bass Bishop wants anything from you other than a chance to slip inside you? Because they don’t. All they know is you were handling three men last week, and now were set free. They want their shot.” “You should help me out,” I deadpan. “Tell them how good it was, big man. You know, put in a solid word in the locker room?”
