Percey glanced at Sachs and stepped forward to the shelf, poured herself and Rhyme both glasses. Sachs glared at her and she noticed, didn’t respond. “Here’s a classy lady,” Rhyme said. “I kill her partner and she still shares a drink with me. You didn’t do that, Sachs.” “Oh, Rhyme, you can be such an asshole,” Sachs spat out.
