“You shouldn’t be talking to Colin,” he suddenly says. It jolts me like being doused with ice. I wonder if security flinched too. “Why not?” I ask him. “Colin is a little bitch.” He wipes his greasy fingers on a napkin. “And you shouldn’t have made that dumbass deal with my brother. I don’t know what you were thinking.” Cold pricks my spine. Lo knows nothing about me giving my paycheck to Scottie.
