“All right, Snow,” he says, “what the hell are you doing here?” “You invited me,” I say. So lame. So eternally lame. “Is that why you’re here? For Christmas?” “No. I’m here because I have something to tell you—but you did invite me.” He shakes his head like I’m an idiot. “Just tell me. Is it about my mother?” “I found out who Nicodemus is.” That gets his attention. He stands up again. “Who?” “He’s Ebb’s brother.” “Ebb your girlfriend?”
