90

DAVE

"So your name is now Damon!" I chuckled and puffed thick smoke into the night air.

I was searched to Lando’s satisfaction before he dismissed the boys.

"I wasn't lying. My name is actually Damon." He answered in a calm tone for the first time since we met.

"Okay?" I didn't actually come to chitchat.

"So you came for me to withdraw my case and not press charges?"

"You're smart." I nodded.

"Let's sit." He walked to the summer hut and took a seat. I took the next seat opposite him.

I dropped the cigar in the ashtray and he passed me another but I refused it. It wasn't my thing. And as a matter of fact, I'm fed up with it already.

He poured me a whiskey and I just raised my eyebrows at him. I didn't come to dine with him. Not Lando of all people and not after all that happened.

"I won't drink!" I told him and pushed the glass back. Maybe I can hit his head with it instead.

"Are you busy drafting murder plans?" He asked, chuckling.

"I need her out of there ASAP.