“Jesus, remind me never to cut a deck with you. You even had me fooled.”
* * * *
They got back to Hogan’s mansion before sunrise and there wasn’t even the hint of a suggestion that Vergil was going to go somewhere else. As they walked from one opulent room to the next Hogan snapped on the electric lights until his whole house, from hallway to bedroom was illuminated. Like he was trying to drive out any hint that there might have ever been darkness there. So there were no shadows for something to be hiding in. Vergil trailed along behind him, taking it all in and marvelling that anyone could possibly need so much stuff just to live a life.
Hogan had passed through the doorway into his bedroom before he stopped and turned to Vergil with a lookof some embarrassment. “I’m sorry. We ain’t even spoken since before…I know you don’t want to be here. Not with me. But I…I’d rather not be alone tonight. I know your job—”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s just a job.”
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