Chapter 20Wolfe taped the box up and set it by the door. That was the last of Zack’s things. He looked around at Zack’s white and vacant office, and its bare walls reminded him of everything he’d lost in the last three weeks.
He was hemorrhaging, and no one could even see it.
“I’ll bring this down to the van,” Malena said, picking up the box and a pile of rolled-up posters. “Thanks for lending me the van, by the way. I promise to bring it back in perfect shape.”
“That piece of garbage?” Wolfe said. “After you’re done with it, you can push it into the Saint-Laurent River, for all I care.”
“Hey, you just said ‘Saint-Laurent.’” She winked at him in the door. “You didn’t say ‘Saint-Lawrence,’ like you used to. You’re turning into a real Montrealer, Wolfie. Careful there.”
He tried to laug
