“Come back, white boy, don’t you like me?” the big guy called to Hubble.
“It’s a personal matter,” he said.
“Man, I shouldn’t tell you about it,” he whispered. “But seeing as you’re a friend of my sister’s, I’m going to tell you a big secret.”
“You think I used this on Morrison?” I said.
She went quiet. She saw where the conflict could lie.
The tired guy in the white coat shrugged and picked up a sheet of paper.