Chapter 70

“And, uh, Walsh was texting me some weird shit last night.”

“Oh, God.”

“He’s—”

“Has he figured it out?”

“Basically…yeah.”

Anton stopped dead. They hadn’t even reached the end of the road, and he stopped dead in his tracks, staring blankly at Jude. “He’ll tell.”

“He won’t. Not yet, anyway. He hasn’t out-and-out asked me about it, that’s the point he might sound off, but…he’s close.”

“Shit!”

“Ant, seriously, I can head this off if you just let me say something,” Jude said urgently. “If you just let me…hint enough that I know what’s going on with you, he’ll probably drop it. That’s all this is about. He won’t really care what you are, what’s getting to him is that he thinks Idon’t know, that you’re leading me on.”

“Shit-shit-shit—”