Chapter 38

“He’s a sweet guy, that’s all I wanna say. It isn’t true, you know, what I said about the whole god of war thing.”

“Yeah, I know.” Harris smelled his Neroli oil-based soap in the air. The thought of Jude washing himself with his creation distracted Harris. “Look, I’ll call you later.”

“I think he’s pretty broken up,” Charon insisted. “You know I read people pretty well, and seems to me, he’s in a shitty place in his head.”

“You got that from spending ten minutes with him?”

“Yeah. He’s real jumpy.” Charon sighed. “I realized I’m not gonna call these places anymore. Fuck it. It ain’t right.”

“I think you’re—” He stopped. The bathroom had opened, but Jude remained out of view.

Charon must have heard the steps down the hallway. “He’s here, isn’t he?” He peeked over Harris’s shoulder again. “Hey, lemme apologize to him. Lemme clear the air.”

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Ah, come on, Harris. Lemme just apologize to him. I feel like shit about the stunt I pulled.”