Chapter 18

Downtrodden, he whispers, “Can we talk?”

I haven’t seen him for four weeks. Maybe I don’t want to see him for another four weeks. “Of course. Close the door behind you.” I apologize to him that there isn’t another seat in my office.

“No problem.” He brushes two fingertips along his shadowy beard. “You probably are surprised to see me.”

“I won’t lie. I am surprised. Our last encounter didn’t end positive. What brings you to The Man Club again?”

“I realize we’ve had a falling out, Gyles. It’s why I stopped by.”

I can’t think of anyone as acutely handsome as Coben, except for Car, of course. Coben’s good looks move men and women. They have an unspeakable power I can’t understand, but enjoy, probably like others do. I look at my cellphone and tell him, “Can we make this short? I have a meeting in a few minutes with Rocco and his boyfriend.”

“Short is best,” he says, semi-smiling, but still looking depleted.