Chapter 372: Venting

When Crew showed up at my apartment that night for a late dinner and a beer, I wanted to ask him a million questions. Namely, not about the murder investigation and Tyler, but what it was like to fire Robert.

His generally unhappy attitude, not really like him, told me he'd likely been stonewalled, as had his previous comment earlier in the day. I let things go, dying to know but showing amazing restraint if I did say so myself. Whatever was going on for Crew at the moment, I decided instead to be his rock as he had so often been mine, to keep our conversation light, soft and loving.

Trouble was, when you intend to not irritate someone who's already irritated it can backfire. Okay, so it totally backfired to the point that, halfway through dinner, when I casually commented on how I was glad the golf tournament was almost over so Alicia would stop texting me, Crew practically slammed down his beer bottle and glared at me.