Man alive, I needed something in my mouth to help me keep some semblance of control over my facial features. “He would make a much better roommate than London.”
The bartender brought my tonic water and Schroder laid out a menu in front of me. “You’d better eat something while we’re here.”
“Are you going to order something too and pretend to eat it?” I asked, scanning my choices.
“No.” He put his head in his chin and took another drag on his cigarette. “Haven’t you heard? I’m too low on funds to goof off.”
I looked over the menu items again, but I couldn’t see anything I wanted. The only thing holding my interest in the whole restaurant was sitting under Schroder’s elbow—a manila envelope. “So, what did she bring you?” I asked, attempting to sound nonchalant.
“Oh, this?” he said, tappi
