‘Oh, explosive, how exciting,’ Boney said.
‘We were about to inform you—’
‘Really? What convenient timing,’ she said. ‘Stay there,
please.’ The door hung loose on its hinges, a broken lock
dangling to the side. Gilpin was inside, cataloging the
goods.
‘These the golf clubs you don’t play with?’ Gilpin said,
jostling the glinting irons.
‘None of this is mine – none of this was put there by
me.’
‘That’s funny, because everything in here corresponds
with purchases made on the credit cards that aren’t yours
either,’ Boney snapped. ‘This is, like, what do they call it, a
man cave? A man cave in the making, just waiting for the
wife to go away for good. Got yourself some nice pastimes,
Nick.’ She pulled out three large cardboard boxes and set
them at my feet.
‘What’s this?’
Boney opened them with fingertip disgust despite her
gloved hands. Inside were dozens of porn DVDs, flesh of all
colors and sizes on display on the covers.
Gilpin chuckled. ‘I gotta hand it to you, Nick, I mean, a
man has his needs—’
‘Men are highly visual, that’s what my ex always said
when I caught him,’ Boney said.
‘Men are highly visual, but Nick, this shit made me
blush,’ Gilpin said. ‘It made me a little sick, too, some of it,
and I don’t get sick too easy.’ He spread out a few of the
DVDs like an ugly deck of cards. Most of the titles implied
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