Chapter 22

Denny’s phone rang. He took a swallow of coffee to wash down the bite of pastry in his mouth and walked to the other room to get the phone out of his gym bag. Nick sat and nibbled his sticky bun and tried to process the mixed signals Denny had given.

“Hello?” Nick heard from the other room. He tried not to listen.

“Hi,” Denny repeated the greeting, as if recognizing his caller. “Look, I’m not alone. I told you last night I’d call when I knew something. Yeah. It’ll be a few days…Yeah, same here…Yes…I do, too. Look I really can’t talk…Okay…Yeah, I’ll get back to you soon. Okay…okay, I said. ‘Bye.”

Nick tried to look like he hadn’t heard anything. He got up and took his plate to the sink and rinsed it off.

Denny walked back into the kitchen. “Sorry about that. I shoulda let it go to voicemail, but you never know when it’s gonna be the airline.”

“S’okay,” Nick responded. “Want some more coffee, another bun?”