“Which car is his?” Byron asked, nodding when Jonah pointed to a fairly flashy sports car in a visitors spot. “He could sell that and pay his rent for the next six months.”
“And lose his precious,” Jonah replied snarkily.
“I think precious was a ring, not a car.”
“Yeah, right, correct me why don’t you!” Jonah sighed, hugging Byron. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.”
“Given the circumstances, you’re forgiven. He’s not in the car, so where is he?”
“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough. He might still have the key to the front door, so let’s go in that way.”
“But not to your place, I hope,” Byron said.
Jonah shook his head. “I’m not a total dolt. I had the lock changed the day after he moved out.”