Chapter Thirteen Page 16
Cohen: Someone just walked right in here and . . .
. . . Gimme my drink back.
Cohen: Hey, I deserve it! This can only mean one of two things — and both of them are drinking situations!
First, maybe Ann Walker is behind this. That’s bad.
I’ve been sitting on some secrets she would kill to get her hands on. Possibly literally!
And second, maybe it’s someone I didn’t even realize was spying on me. In which case, who the hell knows what they’re after?
Either way, I’m gonna need that —
Cohen: Now look what you did.