Chapter 19

“And Lou, where is she?” Bowen asked once they were in earshot. “Too early for the Dick Dock, even for that one.”

“Back in the room. We saw a friend off at the ferry. Where are you two headed?”

“Oh, a little soiree. Cocktails around someone’s pool, then, who knows? I’d invite you two to come along, but you know. Brunch tomorrow?”

“You know where to find us,” David snapped back.

At the Bull Finch, Lou was now on a day bed, legs crossed and filing his nails with an emery board.

“Afraid you might scratch someone’s eyes out, Tante? You’ve done enough damage for one night.”

Lou looked at Bill, hoping for sympathy but not really expecting any.

“You hateful hog. If I were going to rip you a new asshole, I wouldn’t be dulling my talons.”