Chapter 5

Surprised, I said, “Mr. Barfield. Something I can help you with? Does it have to do with our meeting earlier? Perhaps it could wait until after lunch…” I let the words peter out so he would get the hint.

He frowned. “As your supervisor, Mr. Bonhomie, I hope you know that, if you have any concerns or need to talk about…something…you can approach me.”

Not a chance in hell.

“I’m aware of that, sir, but there is no such issue.” I indicated my half-eaten gyro. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish my food and have some time to myself. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes with a new hire. I’m sure you understand.”

I ignored him after that, though I felt his stern gaze boring into me for a little while longer. After a minute of standing there, he left.

* * * *

My evenings for the rest of that week were spent checking out a trendy new LGBT bookstore/cafe/pickup joint on the other side of town called Books To Die For.