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alone.”
    “What is she afraid of?”
    “She thinks you’re trying to kill her.”
    “What do you think?”
    “What I think doesn’t matter. I’m not a psychic, so I don’t know whether you’re trying to kill her or if you’re playing some kind of mind-game on her. Whatever it is, I’m here to ask you to lay off.”
    “Why should I?”
    “Because I asked real nice.”
    He smiled at that.
    “Because it’s illegal and I could build a harassment case against you and you could lose your club and sink a quarter mil into legal fees. Because I know inspectors who can slap you with fifteen kinds of violations that will hurt your business. I can have your car booted by accident three or four times a week, every week.”
    “And I could have you killed,” he said, the smile unwavering.
    “Maybe,” I said. “You could try, and I might fuck up anyone you send and then come back here and fuck you up.”
    “Think you could?”
    “You really want to find out?” When he didn’t answer, I took a glass paperweight off his desk and turned it over in my hands. A spider was trapped inside, frozen into a moment of time for the amusement of the trinket crowd. I knew he was watching me play with the paperweight, wondering what I was going to do with it.
    I put it back down on the desk.
    “Really, though,” I said, “how long do we need to circle and sniff each other? We don’t run in the same pack and I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do, who you are, or how tough you think you are. We both know that you’re either going to stop bothering your ex-wife and go on with your life; or you’re going to make a run at her—either because you have some loose wiring or because I’m pushing your buttons by being here. If you back off, we’re all friends. I’ll advise my client not to file a restraining order and you two can let the divorce lawyers earn their paychecks by kicking each other in the nuts.”
    “Or—?” he asked. Still smiling.
    “Or, you don’t back off and then this is about you and me.”
    “Nonsense. You’re no part of this. This is about me and—.”
    I cut him off. “I’m making this about you and me. Maybe I have a wire loose, too, but once I tell a client that I’m going to keep her safe, I take it amiss if anything happens to her.”
    “Amiss,” he repeated, enjoying the word.
    “But that’s a minute from now. We’re still on the other side of it until you give me an answer. What’s it going to be? You leave her alone? Or this gets complicated.”
    “What were you before you started doing this PI bullshit?”
    “A cop.”
    He grunted. “You sound like a thug. An asshole leg-breaker from South Philly.”
    “Thin line sometimes.”
    He steepled his fingers. It was one of those moves that looked good when Doctor Doom did it in a comic book. Maybe in a boardroom. Looked silly right now, but he had enough intensity in his eyes to almost pull it off. He gave me ten seconds of the stare .
    I stood my ground.
    His cell phone rang and he flipped it open, listened.
    “I’m in a meeting,” he said and closed the phone.
    His smile returned.
    I heard the footsteps on the stairs even though they were quiet.
    I sighed and turned. There were four of them. All as pale as Skye, but much bigger. “Really? You want to play that card?”
    “It’s one of the classics. Though, to be fair, it’ll be more than a typical beating. I—, am I wrong in presuming you have had your ass kicked?”
    “That cherry was popped a long time ago.”
    The four men entered the room and fanned out behind me.
    “So, our challenge, then,” Skye said, “is to put a new spin on this. Something surprising and fresh so that you’ll be entertained.”
    “Mind if I take my jacket off first?”
    “Go right ahead.”
    I heard a hammer-cock behind me.
    Skye said, “You can put your jacket on my desk here, and take off your shoulder holster and put that—and your piece—on top of it.”
    “Sure, whatever,” I said.