Chapter 59

“What’s with Tripp and Al? They’re in some deep discussion and from the looks on their faces it’s as if they were in the middle of World War Three, or trying to end it.”

“Let’s hope at least coming to a truce of some sort,” Dirk told him and then explained what had happened while getting out plates and silverware to set the table.

“Wow. I miss all the fun. I do however have some good news. I’m now the renter of an apartment above the jazz club.”

“Excellent.” Dirk glanced at the clock over the sink. “Too late to move you in tonight though.”

“But we can go to the club?” Tripp asked from the doorway. Galvez stood behind him, one hand resting lightly on Tripp’s shoulder.

“We will. Tomorrow night,” Dirk told him. “As I said earlier, the job’s a go. I’m just waiting to hear from Powell that he got the down payment.”

“Before anyone asks,” Tripp said once they were all seated at the table, food in front of them, “Al and I are just friends.”