Chapter 39

“As you know, personal relationships among my employees, beyond friendships, are expressly forbidden.”

Wren nodded, still feeling kind of numb. He expected he would awaken any minute now, roll over, and see Rufus laughing at some other vintage sitcom. Maybe Frasier? But in real life, that kind of thing didn’t happen. At least in Wren’s experience, he could always discern dreams from reality.

Still, he wished this were a dream.

“Well,” Dave said, “I have a few more unfortunate stops to make tonight, delivering this sad news.” He started toward the door.

Rufus asked, “Any idea who did this?”

Dave paused, hand on the doorknob. “Lots of ideas. The sad thing is people in this line of work are often targets.”

Rufus laughed, but there was no mirth in it, only bitterness. “Yeah, especially when you have us doing what we’re doing. Your little extra profit center. That kind of shit makes people mad, mad enough to kill. Or didn’t you think about that?”