“Ah.” Danny took the bottle back. “Whatta you think about my Uncle Eddie?”

“Seems nice enough.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Danny’s voice was soft.

Luther leaned against the car beside Danny. “No, he doesn’t.”

“You feel him circling you in there?”

“I felt it.”

“You got a nice clean past, Luther?”

“Clean as most, I guess.”

“That ain’t too clean.”

Luther smiled. “Fair point.”

Danny handed the bottle over again. “My Uncle Eddie? He reads people better than any man alive. Stares right through their heads and sees whatever it is they don’t want the world to find out. They got a suspect in one of the station houses nobody can break? They call in my uncle. He gets a confession every time. Uses whatever it takes to get one, too.”

Luther rolled the bottle between his palms. “Why you telling me this?”

“He smells something he doesn’t like about you—I can see it in his eyes—and we took that joke in there too far for his comfort. He started thinking we were laughing at him and that’s not good.”

“I appreciate the liquor.” Luther stepped away from the car. “Never shared a bottle with a white man before.” He shrugged. “But I best be getting home.”

“I’m not working you.”

“You ain’t, uh?” Luther looked at him. “How do I know that?”

Danny held out his hands. “Only two types of men in this world worth talking about—a man who is as he appears and the other kind. Which do you think I am?”

Luther felt the whiskey swimming beneath his flesh. “You about the strangest kind I’ve come across in this city.”

Danny took a drink, looked up at the stars. “Eddie might circle you for a year, even two. He’ll take all the time in the world, believe me. But when he finally does come for you? He’ll have left you no way out.” He met Luther’s eyes. “I’ve made my peace with whatever Eddie and my father do to achieve their ends with plug-uglies and grifters and gun-sels, but I don’t like it when they go after civilians. You understand?”

Luther placed his hands in his pockets as the crisp air grew darker, colder. “So you’re saying you can call off this dog?”

Danny shrugged. “Maybe. Won’t know until the time comes.”

Luther nodded. “And what’s your end?”

Danny smiled. “My end?”

Luther found himself smiling in return, feeling both of them circling now, but having fun with it. “Ain’t nothing free in this world but bad luck.”

“Nora,” Danny said.

Luther stepped back to the car and took the bottle from Danny. “What about her?”

“I’d like to know how things progress with her and my brother.”

Luther drank, eyeing Danny, then let loose a laugh.

“What?”

“Man’s in love with his brother’s girl and he says ‘what’ to me.” Luther laughed some more.

Danny joined him. “Let’s say Nora and I have a history.”

“That ain’t news,” Luther said. “I only been in the same room with you both this one time but my blind, dead uncle could have seen it.”