Andy’s idea of fresh air was sorely lacking, but Scooter decided since he was puffing it up with cigarette smoke, he probably shouldn’t complain. “I suppose that wasn’t so terrible,” he finally said.
Andy glanced up at him, and snorted. “Liar. That was pretty awful. But at least you looked amazing for it.”
“Your dad’s partner had a lot of questions,” Scooter said. He pulled in a long drag of smoke and blew three rings, which faded quickly. “Fun times, listening to Roni wanting us to stay on one side, and Rutledge wanting you gone as soon as your dad’s in the ground.”
Andy sighed. “Well, I guess that confirms what Dad told me. I wouldn’t put it past him to lie to me if he thought it would make me do what he wants, but I know you’re trustworthy.” He looked up at the lights on the building
