describe the girl, but Rufus gets a look. It’s the look people get when they want to ask me how much I’m not a cop. Like am I not a cop so I don’t care about jaywalking? Or am I not a cop so yeah, you know, this one time in Vegas—?
I look Rufus in the eye and I offer him cash. Rufus says it happens he is having a particularly bad month owing to some poor financial investments in the field of canine athletics. I help out with this shortfall.
Rufus ambles away to a closet and I watch him go. He has a weird gait, like Chaplin playing a sailor. I ask myself if he has smashed-up hips. I had a cousin who moved that way after a horse walked over him. I wonder whether he might have ha
Titanium Noir
Nick Harkaway