Back when I was still married and my boys were young, we had a favorite restaurant. It was called The Orange Balloon. Back then we were good looking and we had good jobs and we could afford good food served to us by good looking people.
Dominic hated flattery worse than low-sodium soup, but he could tell Moran was being sincere. “All right,” he said. “Have the buys messenger me the crime scene photos ASAP. And tell the asshole I’ll take the case.” It was to be the most fateful decision of his life.