The smell of him! It’s horrible. Sure enough, though, I see the red swirling in his dark eyes and realize it must be him. “You’ve sunk low,” I say. “Not where I’d expect my boss to be hanging out.” The old man chuckles. “That’s because your kind isn’t promoted by killing the boss. If three of your lieutenants were ready to take over and all they had to do was kill you… you’d be hiding safely in a garbage pile, too.”
