Chapter 22

Shortly after six, he heard the front door open, then Jack saying, “I bet he’s still working.”

“I am,” Max called out before shutting down the computers for the day. Going into the living room, he saw that Deacon was carrying a small suitcase.

“Clean clothes and underwear,” Deacon explained when Max asked. “Enough for the long haul, if necessary. I got the friend I told you about to watch the shop in the evenings. Any communications from Tony?”

“No, thank God. I’d have called if there had been.”

“I hope so. Let me take my stuff upstairs, then we can decide what we want for dinner.” Deacon started toward the stairs, paused, and said. “I didn’t mean that the way it came out. I’m not trying to take over your routine.”

“No problem,” Max replied. “As long as you’re staying here, you’ll have an equal voice in things like that.”

“And,” Jack added with a grin as he took off his backpack and followed Deacon, “we’ll give you the chore of taking out the trash.”