Chapter 5

“Now, that’s generalizing, but tell me, Andrew…did I hit the nail on the head?”

“Fuck you,” Andrew snapped.

“Fuck me yourself. The night’s still young.”

Andrew lurched up out of the armchair. “Not for me. Don’t leave. You can sleep on the sofa. Extra blankets are in the chest by the fireplace. We’ll go to the station in the morning.” He circled behind the sofa to head upstairs.

“No goodnight kiss?” Isaac called after him.

Having reached the banister, Andrew curled his hand angrily around the post, his eyes flashing darkly in warning. “You know what makes you such a bad criminal?”

Isaac glowered. He was an excellentcriminal.

“You don’t want to be the bad guy. You just want to have a good time. Anywhere you can get it.”