“Nobody’s nobody,” he said. “We’ve all got a story. Tell me.”
He shook his head as he filled my mug.
I stared at him for a long moment. Shook my head.
Then I sat for a moment and watched the two guys in their car. They were still watching me. We looked at each other from seventy-five yards away. They were relaxed and comfortable. But they were watching me. I got out of the Bentley and locked it up again. Stepped back to the entrance and pulled the door. Glanced back toward the brown sedan. Still there. Still watching.
“The one with the glasses,” she said.
“How long was this one up there?” I said.