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said confidently. "I get the distinct impression Mr. Charles Frazier is one of those people that walks around with their fingers on their self-destruct button. The guy's pure toxic, filled with hate and greed. People like him don't last long." |
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Seacraft slid out of the booth, pulled on his raincoat and studied the clutter on the table. "Who's gonna pick up the check?" he asked idly. |
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"Well, this bein' a business meetin' and all, I figure you oughta," Henry said, grinning. |
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Robert Shurley laughed as he disengaged himself from the clutter as well. "Yeah, what the hell, Mason. Why not? After all, you're the President of the Portland Foundation. You pay the bill." |
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