“I haven’t seen him for months, and I couldn’t care less if it was years.”
Simon tasted his brandy again, even more carefully.
“Then — are you relying on some subtle Oriental poison, straight from the pharmacopoeia of Sherlock Holmes?”
“No.”
“This gets even more interesting. In Montreal—”
“In Montreal, I tried to pull a fast one on you.”
“To be exact, you set me up to pull a job for you, and I was damn nearly the sucker who fell for it.”
“Only instead of that you made a sucker out of me.”
“And now all of a sudden I’m forgiven?”
She shrugged.