Chapter 15

“So, if he died after shtupping you, then good for him. Happy ending, I say. Nothing to feel sad about.” After a pause he, said, “I would love to die like that: happy.”

I looked at him, not liking him much at that moment and very aware of the limitations of friends.

But all I said was, “You don’t understand.”

“But you’reokay?”

“Sure, I’m okay,” I snapped, nettled.

Zvika raised his hands, palms outward. “Just asking. Concerned friend here.”

I snorted but said nothing.

Zvika left shortly after that. I went upstairs to start work in my office.

I was just getting going, when I remembered what that young cop had said about coming back. Thinking of it, it did sound a bit menacing, like a threat. So whythen, I asked myself, did I get hard just thinking about it? 7: Cruiser