Chapter 10

Barnaby opened the door with a ready smile. “Hey—what’s wrong?” Nathan frowned and kept looking back over his shoulder.

He pushed Barnaby slightly out of the way and stepped into the apartment. Nathan’s gaze barely flitted across Barnaby, which he had to admit he found annoying. All the time he’d taken with his hair and face and he barely registered?

“Do you know there’s a homeless person lying next to the stairs?”

“Oh, sure. He’s there a lot.”

Nathan stared at him. “And you don’t call someone?”

“Like who?”

“The cops.”

Barnaby laughed. “Why would I call the cops? He’s not doing anything but sleeping.”

Nathan folded his arms across his chest. He’d dressed in jeans and a blue button-down shirt. “He could try something anytime. You need to be careful, Barnaby. This is a terrible neighborhood.”