Chapter 31

• A girl with pink hair banged into me as she swung herself to the beat, slamming hard into my chest and spilling the last of my water over my shirt. She spun around with a sorry, and I had to choke back the need to make her pay.
• I couldn’t. Not tonight. I was Terence Kingsley. Terence Kingsley didn’t do Morelli's torment in a downtown dive.
• I tipped my head and forced a smile, and she smiled back, then kept her eyes on me.