Chapter 6The next day, Harris and Charon were on the way back from a meeting, driving down the Ville Marie tunnel. Charon obviously had no interest in speed limits or road safety. He drove like a maniac.
“Would you slow down?” Harris said, sitting stiffly in the passenger seat. “You’re not driving on some deserted Italian highway. Do you have a brick in your shoe or what?”
Charon glanced over at him, his moss-green eyes flickering with genuine pleasure. He eased his speed a little. “Relax, Hades.”
Harris scoffed and turned the volume down on the radio. It was Thursday, late in the afternoon, and he could feel the beginning of a headache coming on. He’d barely slept last night, but at least, he’d stayed away from the booze and hadn’t texted an old lover. Now his stomach was tense. He was
