“I bring in thousands,” it went on. “They come from all corners of the world to see me. I’m the star attraction here. I can have any man I want.”
You’re a selfish whoremonster in a dirty bathtub, I thought, but I didn’t say anything.
Miranda’s eyes, a shade of alien gold in the flickering glow of lit candles, squinted at me.
“You’re just the same as you’ve always been,” it said, a lilt of disappointment in its voice. “Such a terrible bore.”
I put my suit jacket back on. Lady Alligator sighed deeply.