Callahan
"Why? Why are you being nice?"
"I'm a nice guy." I give her a smile that's more a baring of teeth than anything else.
"Or is it that you f****d your w***e last night like you wanted, and you feel guilty?"
"What?"
That stops me.
"I heard the chopper go out. After you dragged me upstairs, I mean."
"And you think I went off the island to find a w***e to f**k?"
Is she f*****g serious?
"Did you?"
"Would you care if I did?"
"I don't want any diseases."
I snort, put my mug down and go to her. "I didn't f**k any w***e. I didn't even leave the island. That was two of my men who went to the mainland."
She looks at me, studies my eyes. Maybe she's trying to gauge if I'm telling the truth. Then she shrugs a shoulder like she could care less but I know better.
"I used my hand."
