Chapter 9

“You look fine to me. Besides, you don’t have a choice. You’ll be wearing that until you move on.”

“Like you.”

Brody rolled his eyes. “Yeah. If I’d known what was going to happen I might have worn something better than worn jeans and a muscle shirt.” He chortled. “At least I wasn’t wearing my jeans a couple of sizes too large, so they sagged.”

Jon snorted out a laugh. “Yeah. That would have been the last straw, having to wear them until the end. If you were, I’d have to take a picture of you. You’d look that bad.” He patted his pocket, where he’d always kept this phone before remembering he didn’t have it. And couldn’t use it if I did. I wonder why whoever killed me wanted it and not the money. Then there’s my laptop, which is missing, too.