Chapter 39
She was sitting in a chair when I came in, one arm up on the desk next to her. I noticed every little detail in that weirdly distant way, as if my eyes were cameras recording everything for the official records. She was wearing a slinky dark blue dress with sequins sparkling all over it, and her lipstick was a Merlot red. There was a World’s Best Secretary coffee mug next to her hand, steam curling up into the air before fading into nothingness. A bottle of whisky stood next to the coffee – the label read Jameson’s.
The man standing next to her was heavyset and grim, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses and his head almost totally bald. He wore a dark suit and a skinny tie, and his lips had a faint smirk. He cradled a submachine gun in his hands as if he usually had one there,
