“He wore a red striped cotton robe and a pair of tortoiseshell glasses. Thorn said, “I didn’t know you wore glasses.” “Since Christmas,” he said. He sipped the coffee. “You want to come in, or that all you wanted to know?” Thorn asked him if he still had that sixty-second Polaroid camera. Sugar said, yeah, he did. Thorn asked if he could borrow it for a couple of days. “Sure you can,” Sugarman said. “Even though I know you’re not going to tell me what you want it for.” “It’s spooky how well you ...know me,” Thorn said. Florida Secure Systems was in the Banco Nacional Complex on Biscayne Boulevard. The building was one of those postmodern things, brightly colored loops and spirals of concrete frosting the plain white granite walls. Tack some last-minute whimsy on the dead serious. The entranceway was the stark marble of a government building, but just inside the revolving door were murals of bright pouty lips, painted fingernails, red high-heel shoes. There was a whole wall of Marilyn Monroe touching her chin to her naked shoulder.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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