Chapter 33

“Should I be?”

Craig sighed. “I stopped by a bookstore on Frenchman to talk to an old friend, then grabbed dinner. We should go to the restaurant Friday night. Good food, good jazz. Anyway, when I finished eating, I felt like walking, so I am.”

There was a long pause before Kevan replied, “Looking for Scott.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Stupid, I know.”

“But you can’t help it,” Kevan said quietly. “I understand. I don’t like it, but I do. Do you want some company?”

“No, because I’m turning around and going home, once I get back to the car. If you want to come over…” He left that hanging.

“I’d like to, but I’m beat.”

“Did you find the shoplifters?”

“Yeah. You won’t believe this. It was a kid and his mom. Okay, teen, but still. Damn.”

“Start ‘em young and bring them up right,” Craig said sardonically.

“That’s about it. The guy who owns the store didn’t suspect them because they’re regulars, he said.”

“Sad.”