"find a day job. House-sit. Walk dogs. Sell real-estate.”

“Seems a shame.”

“Yeah, well, everybody says that. But nobody’s got better ideas.”

“I’ve got one,” Cogliano said. “If you’re in the mood to hear it.”

I looked over at him. He was sitting very straight in the rumpled grey suit, his shoulders at a perfect parallel with the floor. His posture reminded me of my father’s; the Major never sat in a soft chair if he could find one with a straight back.

His pants fit, but his jacket was half a size too big. I narrowed my eyes.