Recognition dawned on his face and we both sprang toward the knife on the table.
CHAPTER 22
HARLOW
He reached it first, snatching it up and holding it in front of him like a sword.
I took a step back, my hands raised. I saw the way it cut through tape, but in the end it was only a kitchen knife. His desperation was more dangerous than the blade.
"Harlow St. James," he drawled. "I shouldn't be surprised you'd turn up on my doorstep. All your sidekicks in tow too."
"I'm not a sidekick," Jules grumbled. "Can't you see my main character energy over here?"
He'd abandoned his wig and leaned against the door instead, his arms crossed over his chest.
Archer stood beside him, his own wig lopsided so the man bun dangled to his shoulder.
"Not to mentionmymain character energy," Boner said, looking offended.
"Edward Bonegaard," Lotz-Moore's expression was unimpressed.
"Oh, you recognize me," Boner grinned. "How about that? I'm famous." He actually flexed his muscles, his eyes shining.
"You're infamous," Lotz-Moore corrected. He seemed to think he was insulting Boner.
Boner responded with a grin. "That's even better than being famous. The infamous Boner."
He put a hand out in front of himself, sketching the words like they were a movie poster on a wall. "Oh, better yet, the infamous Boner, with his infamous boner."
"You're out of your fucking mind," Lotz-Moore said.
"See, that's what I keep telling him," Jules said.
Boner turned around, hands on his hips. He looked at Jules disbelievingly. "Can you not agree with the evil man in the room?"
Without uncrossing his arms, Jules raised his hands in placation. "Just saying is all."
Boner sniffed. "Anyone would think being out of your mind is a bad thing. It's not, is it, Cass?"
Cass stuck his head back into the room, looking past Archer's shoulder. "There's worse insults," he said easily.
"Didn't think you were a fucking FBI agent," Lotz-Moore said.
"What was it that clued you in?" Boner turned back to him. "The fact his name was Agent Flint Stone? I thought it was kinda obvious, but what do I know?" He smirked.
"Hilarious," Lotz-Moore said sarcastically. "You should start a stand-up comedy routine."
"Would you give us five stars?" Boner asked.
"Absolutely not," Lotz-Moore said. "I don't give five stars to hacks like you."
"Hacks?" Boner echoed. "Now I reallyamoffended." He pressed his hand to his chest, over his heart. "Did you hear that Cass? He called us hacks."
Cass stepped deeper into the room. "I heard that." His mouth was turned down, no happier than Boner was.
"Who died and made you Judgey McJudgerson anyway?" Boner demanded.
"It's my job to be judgey," Lotz-Moore said. "I'm a film critic." He made it sound fancy, like he was saying he was a brain surgeon, or developed a cure for assholes.
