"No. And he doesn't know I'm here."
"So whyareyou?"
"Because he loves you, and I don't want to be the one standing in the way of that."
"Don't worry," I said. "It's not you. For starters, he thinks I'm a damn hooker."
Bishop grinned. "I think you set him straight on that."
"Oh, shut up." I crossed my arms. "So, tell me, why'd you do it? Why'd you go through my things?"
"You got a younger brother, right?"
I nodded.
"Let me ask you something. What wouldyoudo to protect him?"
I didn't even bother lying. "Just about anything," I said.
"Well, there you go."
"But he didn't need protection from me," I said.
Bishop only shrugged.
"How'd you get in here, anyway," I said.
"Now that, I'm not gonna answer."
"Why not?"
"Trade secret," he said.
"Oh for crying out loud. Fine, let me ask you something else. Those guys who attacked me, what happened with that? Why wouldn't they report you to the police?"
"Because they know better."
"And why would you do that, anyway?"
"Do what?"
"Oh for crying out loud. You undressed them. You –"
"Technically," Bishop said, "they undressed themselves."
I gave Bishop a dubious look. "Willingly?"
"Sort of."
"Uh-huh," I said. "So then, you shove them in a trunk and drop them off in a public place. And the way it sounds, you threaten them on top of it."
"Is that a complaint?" Bishop said. "You think we should've let it go? Pretend it didn't happen?"
"I don’t know what I think," I said.
"Want my take on it?"
"Not really."
