Was what he saw in Amory eyes true or was he just reading into his looks what he wanted to see. Every bit of body langue he was getting from Amory was that of a battle of wills over something. He really needed to find out what had happened between his old boss and him. Maybe in that there was the answer to weather Amory would want to sleep with a man or only a woman. There was the slight chance that he would take to bed both sexes but in Sam’s experience that did not usually happen. Those that said they did usually only wanted one sex but were wanting to find out if the other hand anything better to offer.

Maybe tonight his angel needs to talk with him and help him through whatever he is feeling with his exbosses death. That has to be effecting him in some why even if he acts like it is not. As they rode to Amory’s apartment Sam had to stop his arms from reaching out and pulling him closer into the hug he seemed to need. “you don’t seem cold when your on stage, you seem perfectly warm.”

Sam again cringed as he got out of the cabby and looked up at the apartment building. “looks like a nice place.” He said before they went up the stairs to the apartment and entered. The first thing Sam noticed was the table now was tipped ever so slightly to one side. Most would not see it but he did. Then he saw the moon light catch on his knife he had thrown the night before. Closing his eyes he whimpered, wrapping his arms around his rib cage. Hopeing beyond hope that Amory had not seen the knife yet nor would see it before Sam could deal with it. How could he have been so dumb leaving it there in the wood when he had left to deal with the don.

“I think I may have a cracked rib.” He emphasize the pain as he slumped into the nearest chair.