Chapter 3

Barry tried a different approach. “Just stay for a little while,” he told me. “Just until the product host gets here, how’s that sound? Nigel’s already on his way.”

I narrowed my eyes, giving Barry my most distrustful glare. “No one really names their kid Nigel, do they?”

“He’ll be here a little after eight,” Barry said, skirting the question. “Eat something, will you? I spent a fortune on that table out there and no one’s touched a thing. The pasta in the salad’s shaped like little dicks—come see.”