“You really want me to hit your brother?” “I’m not forcing you,” I tell him. “But yeah.” I trust Farrow. I’ve always trusted him. And I need him. “Okay.” Farrow slides off his silver rings from his right hand. His smile grows. “Shit, this is not how I thought today would be going.” Banks begins to smile and kneels on the tile. “Just don’t knock my teeth out.”
