Sure, I was cuffed to the chair. And sure, the chair faced over the open quarry. But if Cold wanted to kill me, he had ample chance. Either way, it wouldn’t do to be completely slave to his whims – and there was a little play in the cuffs. They were clearly cheaper than a swampland sauna.
“It’s not like you to leave a stiff in the cold, Al.”
“Had to send a message, Kurt.”
“Yeah, well Luce put a gun in my face.”
“Luce is more on the looking end of a piece… She came?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”