“And people shouldn’t mess with you.”
“No, they shouldn’t.”
“Or?”
“Or they’re deep in the shit.”
She nodded, slowly.
“You’ve convinced me,” she said.
He said nothing.
“You convinced Petrosian too, I guess,” she said.
“I never went near Petrosian,” he said. “Never laid eyes on him.”
“But you are kind of arrogant, you know?” she said. “Prosecutor, judge, jury, executioner, all in one? What about the rules?”
He smiled.
“Those are the rules,” he said. “People mess with me, they find that out pretty damn quick.”
Harper shook her head. “We arrest this guy, remember? We find him and we arrest him. We’re going to do this properly. According to my rules, OK?”
He nodded. “I already agreed to that.”
Then the waiter came over and stood near, pen poised. They ordered two courses each and sat in silence until the food came. Then they ate in silence. There wasn’t much of ii. But it was as good as always. Maybe even better. And it was on the house.
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