Every so often I looked out at Getzoff, who seemed to be watching my customers while he waited for his meal.
Yeah, he definitely knew something.
CHAPTER 10
HARLOW
"Remember that time you said Fairfield's phone was too clean?" Boner clasped his hands in front of himself and slid a gaze in Cass' direction.
"Yeah?" Cass' brow crinkled.
Boner grunted. "This Getzoff guy. He's too clean."
"On paper, aren't you just as clean?" I asked.
"Not as clean as this bloke," Boner said. "I have a speeding ticket to my name. Maybe a drunk and disorderly."
"I'm shocked." Jules rolled his eyes.
"You are not shocked," Boner said.
Jules rolled his eyes harder. "Not even a little bit."
"That's better," Boner said approvingly. "Doesn't it feel good to be honest?"
Jules flipped him off with both middle fingers.
Boner grinned. "I'm starting to like this guy. Okay,likemight be a strong word. I'm starting to not want to throw him in front of a subway train."
"Thanks," Jules said sarcastically. "I'm starting to not want to throw you in front of the Midtown bus. I won't rule out the Staten Island ferry."
"I have to admire a guy who has ambition," Boner said. "Getting me on that ferry, then off it again? That would be a feat of epic proportions.'"
"You don't like ferries?" I asked.
"Love, I don't like boats of any kind," he said. "Except rocking them." He pointed a finger gun at me. "That I can do."
"I've noticed that," I said with a smile. If anyone was good at rocking the boat, it was Boner.
"Is there a point to any of this?" Jules asked. "So he's clean. So what? How does that help us?"
"It means he's hiding something," Cass said, tapping his fingers against his lips thoughtfully. "Anyone who's hiding things has to hide them somewhere. We need to find said somewhere."
"Or we could stop looking," I suggested. "If we dig into him, he might return the favor."
"He's not going to find anything,” Boner said confidently.
"You're sure about that?" I asked, not particularly certain myself.
"Of course, we're us, aren't we?" Boner said, unflinching. "We have mad skills between the five of us. And if we don't, Jules could find a way for him to accidentally electrocute himself."
"Jules could do that," Jules said reluctantly. "It's easier than you might think."
"Toaster in the bathtub," Boner suggested.
"That wouldn't be very subtle." Jules narrowed his eyes at the Englishman.
"No, but it'd be effective," Boner said. "Dibs on watching him zap." He threw his arms out to either side and shook his whole body like a sudden surge of deadly electricity was passing through him.
