The Traitor

Начало книги

She was on the other side of the room when she fastened her eyes on me and made a little kissing motion with her lips. There must have been forty people crammed into the space, which was the living/dining room of a rather opulent Georgetown apartment. The place was hopping with hot jazz and loud, lively conversation. Ooh yeah, Friday night, a party, people drinking and laughing, and this really foxy chick across the room had the hots for me.

Yes, it was me she was zeroed in on. I casually glanced left and right just to make sure.

I know what you’re thinking: That Carmellini is bragging again, but I’m not. I’m telling it exactly the way it went down. Truth is not one of my major virtues, yet I promise I won’t lie to you too much.

I was chatting up a Georgetown law student when the hot chick gave me the come hither, so I finished my remarks, got the future counselor’s phone number, just in case, then sort of circulated on, which meant I squeezed between people while trying not to spill my drink, a club soda with a twist.

Читать дальше →