CHAPTER 7
"Okay," Michael said, later that night, "now we get to the more...personal matters. Habits, past acquaintances..."
We had moved from the bar to the sofas, with him sitting opposite from me, and he'd taken off his jacket, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. He had a snifter of cognac in front of him; I had a can of Cherry Coke, which he had ordered with dinner, eating here instead of downstairs.
"Okay..." I answered, slowly. Oh boy. Not a topic I enjoyed talking abou