Page 449 of The Sinner: James

“Nope. I doubt he’s in a hurry to do it again, which works in my favor.”

A grin creases his lips.

“As always.”

I laugh again before bringing my cigarette to my lips.

“What can I say? I’m a lucky bastard.”

“You sure are.”

He rests his elbows on the table.

“It’s good that things worked out,” he says seriously.

“Yeah, they did...”

“You don’t seem happy, though,” he says, searching my eyes.

“It’s not about that.”

A few moments pass before I take another drag and put the cigarette out.

Flicking my hand, I disperse the smoke and empty my glass in a gulp. A long exhale leaves my chest before I crash back into my seat.

“Theresa called me this past Sunday.”

His mouth pulls open, his eyes widening in surprise.

“No way,” he says, wrestling with disbelief.

“Mm-hmm.”

“What did she say?”

“Not much. She wants to talk to me. She said she’d come to see me this weekend. I haven’t heard from her yet, so I don’t know if she’ll show up or not, but that’s the drill.”

“Hence the cigarettes.”

“Yeah, motherfucker,” I say, chuckling.

“I don’t blame you. Where is she?”

“Lisbon.”

“Still with the same man?”

I shrug.

And look down.

“I have no idea. I didn’t feel like hiring a PI to find out. I don’t care, to be honest.”

I feel his stare on my face before I shift my gaze.

“You can’t be possibly mad at her after all this time,” he says.

“You were mad at your father.”

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