Chapter 11
“Holy s**t, look at you already here. What’s the matter, Jackson, get yourself into some kind of trouble?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“I call bullshit. Why else would you be holed up in this joint instead of back at that pad of yours? God knows it’s better looking than this. Probably smells better too, although I can’t be sure about that. Been a long f*****g time since you invited me over, you asshole.”
Jackson looked up from his glass of scotch with a cold look on his face. Delbert Green was not a man he enjoyed being around. He was the kind of man, in fact, that Jackson would gladly have ripped apart with zero hesitation back when he’d still been in his bloodthirsty days.
In those days, he’d killed almost entirely without discrimination and people he actually disliked were
