Chapter 17

“Good luck.”

“I’ll need it, Vaughn,” Frank said.

And then they were gone. Frank heard them bound down the stairs quite quickly considering their age, Marion blathering the entire way.

“Three…two…” He counted to himself, now without an audience. The end of the hanger not up Liam’s nose had been bent into three curves that he’d turned down like the tines of a very thin garden rake. Pressing himself into Liam’s nude body, all parts in alignment, Frank managed to ignore what he felt as he directed the three bends close to the lamps. “One.”