“You promise one thing, boss,” Katrina says to me that next morning, naked. She’s up against me with her leg looped over mine, right up against my wood. “You don’t tell nobody about the plan.” She looks at me real serious like, with those wild eyes just dead straight at me like fresh prey. “Not your secretary woman, not family. Nobody. Not even Everton. He talk too much anyway, you know.” We look at each other, all silent...