Chapter 35: Talking To Mark

“No.”

Mark’s gaze darted away. Why would he not want them to know he met Dolores? Zach leaned back in his chair wishing he’d stopped for coffee on his way over here. This shaggy dog story could have waited another minute.

This weasel might go whining to Grace that he didn’t treat him well. “Coffee?”

“No. Never drink the stuff.”

Not drink coffee? Next he’ll find out he’s a vegetarian or a Mormon. His caffeine craving would have to wait. He eyed the cold, empty pot of his maker then turned his attention back to Mark. “So spill it. Where have you been?”

“I got scared.”

“That you’d be suspected of attempted murder? Got that right. You running didn’t help.”

Mark stared at his shoes. “Probably not.”

“And you running out on your best friend doesn’t sit well for me. She was scared last night.”

“I came back, after everyone was gone. She wasn’t home.”

“She was with me. I couldn’t let her stay there by herself.”

Mark’s head bobbed. “It’s all clear to me now.”