Jared goes on to reveal what I’ve really walked into. “But some tabloid sleaze was telling everybody who’d listen he was looking for dirt on you. Paid me a pretty fucking penny, too. Between the premium price I got on 755 after you rejected it, and the money this tabloid goon gave me, dealing with you has really paid off! Sorry, Roge, my man,” he shrugs. “Business is business.”
I look at Gerald again. “The camera disabled?” I ask him.
Gerald reaches into the briefcase and rips something out. “It is now.”
“Good.”
I pull back my fist and let it fly.
I was right about the window. It holds.
By the crunch we all hear, Jared’s nose does not.