Chapter Eleven
The frying pan was still hot. Manny and Sloan were already sitting at the kitchen table eating burgers when I came upstairs. I put two more on to fry and took condiments out of the fridge to doctor the buns. I didn’t know what Gina would want on hers, but I took a chance and went with the traditional mustard and ketchup.
“She’s hungry,” I said unnecessarily.
“Good thinking,” said Sloan. “She’ll be easier to handle if she knows she’s being taken care of.”
“I got an idea,” said Manny. “Why don’t we bring her upstairs and let her cook for us? I would enjoy seeing her putter around in the kitchen all naked.”
“Don’t be an i***t,” said Sloan.
Manny glanced over at the rack of knives next to the stove. “Oh,” he said, “Yeah.”
“I have the disk ready for Mr. Blake,” I said. I w
