“He’s freaking me out.” The look Vinnie leveled at Leo was full of meaning.
Leo couldn’t quite put a finger on what specifically about Arthur was causing the sudden bitter chill running through his veins. “Me, too, babe. Me, too.”
* * * *
“I mean it,” Vinnie said a few hours later, between mouthfuls of linguini. “Arthur’s freaking me out.”
Leo stilled. Vinnie had broken out his something-needs-to-be-done-about-this-yesterday tone. Justifiably so. “I don’t like that Oscar’s on his radar now, too.”
“Exactly. And I don’t know what to think anymore. I used to think it was me. I mean, I don’t exactly have a conventional look.” Vinnie waved his empty fork at his untamed—or rather artfully tamed to look untamed—currently blue Mohawk. He also still sported more than the average number of visi
