Chapter 24

“No. You look fine.” He did, in Kev’s opinion. His jeans accented his tight ass, and he was wearing a blue shirt over the T-shirt Kev had seen him in earlier. “Do you have to check out with anyone?”

“I’m my own boss, so no.”

“Then let’s hit the road.”

The drive north took about half an hour, during which they avoided any talk about the murder, opting instead to discuss the other drivers on the road, since it was rush hour and “The usual crazies,” as Kev put it, were heading home from work.

The restaurant was in its own stand-alone building next door to a large shopping mall. Kev pulled up to the valet station in front, telling Neil it was easier to use it than to try to find a parking spot during the dinner hour.

When they walked inside, the host greeted Kev with a big smile, telling him his table was ready.

“You called ahead?” Neil asked as they followed the host out to the patio.

“Nope. It’s Dad’s table. He’s got one inside, too. They’re set aside for special guests.”