Chapter 19
“All right,” said Bruce, “I admit I was wrong.”
It was after six, and I was plugging away at the Mayor Gundarrson financials because I didn’t really have anything better to do. On a typical night, I would have bought some vodka and gone home to drink it. But after that fleeting moment of connection with Astrida the night before, the idea of going back to my empty apartment and drinking alone was just too depressing to contemplate.
“I’m always happy to hear that you’re wrong, Bruce,” I said cheerfully. “You’ll have to be more specific, though. Are you talking about your general existential wrongness, or a specific factual error?”
“Stuff it, Holder. Do you want to hear what I have to say, or don’t you?”
“As long as we won’t get in trouble for talking about it.”
“Oh, we’ll ge
