Chapter 93

“Theo. Theo.” He ran a hand through and over my hair.

“What…” I swallowed. Franky would only have been in his early forties. If he hadn’t died because I’d stabbed him…. “What was the cause of death?”

“Terminal stupidity, from what I could gather. One of the boys told me another pimp—I didn’t get the name, but he was supposed to be a big guy, nasty disposition—lost patience with Franky and had him offed.”

Haskell. It had to be Haskell. He’d pretty much run things in that section of town, and that sounded like something he would do. The man had scared me when I’d first seen him, and that had been from a distance. I couldn’t see his disposition getting any sweeter in the ensuing twelve years. I took a deep breath, then took another one and licked my lips.

“I should have told you…” Wills was back to rubbing my back. “I was going to, but then I got that message on my answering machine and it made me so crazy everything else went right outof my head. Are you okay?”