Chapter 16 Maybe I Lose This Round
- [ZEKE]
- The scent of gunpowder still clings to my sleeves.
- It’s faint, washed and masked by expensive cologne and cleaner fabric, but I can smell it. My shirt from earlier lies discarded in the fireplace, still damp with someone else’s blood. No one important. Just another rat trying to skim money where he thought I wouldn’t notice.