don’t suppose you’d call him that the next time you see him, and let me watch his reaction?” “Don’t think that would work, Barrons,” I said sweetly. “Nobody ever sticks around when you show up. Darndest thing. Almost as if everyone’s afraid of you.” My saccharine humor exorcised the ghost of his smile. “Did you have a specific car in mind, Ms. Lane?” I wanted blue-collar muscle tonight. “The Viper.” “Why should I let you take it?” “Because you owe me.” “Why do I owe you?”
