Chapter 47

I went back down the hall, and the sound of voices led me to the den. Mike was sitting in the recliner, talking to a young bearded guy who had to be Jonny. The guy was in the chair at my desk, making notes in a PDA. I noted that Mike was wearing his gym shorts.

“Hi, babe,” Mike said. “I can’t remember if you’ve ever actually met Jonny. Jonny, George; George, Jonny.”

We shook hands.

“Good to meet you,” I said. “We’ve talked on the phone once or twice, I think.”

“Dude,” the kid said.

What a conversationalist

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said. “I’ll go to the kitchen and organize dinner. Care to join us, Jonny?”

“Thanks, dude, but I’ve got a gig this evening. The boss and I were just wrapping things up, anyhow.”

“Before you get carried away in the kitchen,” Mike said. “Look in the freezer. Mrs. T left a couple of casseroles.”

I gave him a thumbs-up and left the room.