“You know calling a woman old is never a good idea.”
“I said older and I meant it as a compliment.”
Margot nodded. “That sounds like you’re over Cassie.”
Trevor had to think about that for a second before he said, “What she don’t know won’t hurt her.”
“How about bullets? Would they hurt her?”
“That’s kind of a weird question.”
“Somebody shot at her last week.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. Fired a .40 at her.”
“Are you implying something?”
“Why would you say that?”
“I’ve got a forty, under the counter inside.”
“It’s not that uncommon, plenty of people have them. Of course, you’re the only one of those people who Cassie broke up with.”
“It’s less a breakup and more just a break. We aren’t even seeing other people, just not exactly seeing each other.”
“Sounded like you wanted to see me.”
“I was just flirting.”
“What if I said yes?”
“Are you saying yes?”
“No.”
“You come out here to talk about Cassie?”
“I came here to tell you something for her.”
“She couldn’t tell me herself?”
“After you shot at her, she didn’t want to get too close.”
“Wait, when did this happen?”
Margot told him.
“You say it happened around eight? At night?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it wasn’t me. I was here.”
“You work midnight to nine.”
“I was filling in for somebody and took an evening shift. Made for a long ass day since I worked graveyard the night before, but I was here.”