“Dymon.” “Yeah.” “You hired me, correct?” “I did.” “Do you remember what was on my resume?” “Nah. You know how many resumes I’ve looked at over the last four years.” “Understandable. I’m a retired detective.” “Ah, yeah. That’s right.” “Mhm-huh.” It didn’t hit me until, like. two minutes later, when our eyes met in the rearview mirror, but I kept quiet, trying not to give it away. He couldn’t say anything if I didn’t give him anything.
