He takes another sip of his beer and I wonder if he’s hiding a grin of his own. “Thank you for stepping in and saving me.” “I wanted to kick his ass before tossing him off the cliff.” “Yes, but then we would have had to do the same with Brielynne because she would have been a witness. One homicide we might be able to get away with, but two?” I make a tsking sound. “I doubt it. You wouldn’t do well in prison, my friend. That handsome face of yours would make you the belle of the ball.”
