Chapter 20

He resisted smiling in relief when Kev said, “Nice place, what I can see of it. Did it come with the teal and gold walls or is that your addition?”

“Mine. I like contrasts.”

“I’d say so.”

“Let me get plates and do you want coffee or a beer?”

“Coffee, please.” Kev put the bag with the desserts on the coffee table—while Neil did the same with the bag of sandwiches—and then sat at one end of the sofa.

“You can see if there’s anything on TV if you want,” Neil told him before going to make coffee.

When he returned with the coffee and plates, as well as silverware and napkins, Kev told him, “The murder made the news.”

“Great,” Neil replied sourly, putting everything down. “Why didn’t you let me know so I could watch?”

“I didn’t want you getting upset.”

Neil gave him a hug after sitting down. “Thanks, I think. How’s the grieving widow taking it?”