Bob Noir: Gray World (Chapter 2)

Priorities shifted like sand on a beach anytime money and perfume showed up hand-in-hand.

“My name,” she said, arching an eyebrow, “is Lorna.”

A flicker of irony picked at the back of his eyes. She was one good-looking cookie.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, keeping his eyes above her collarbone. It was a starving man ignoring a hamburger, a thief ign…