Chapter 12

“What?” Leah asked.

“Oh, nothing.” He shrugged, defusing further probing by saying, “Now, what did you need my help with?”

“Umm, getting dinner on the table?”

“That works.”

They took the food into the dining room, Jesse topped off everyone’s wine glasses, and they sat down to eat. The conversation was general, with Malcom telling them about the plans he had for improvements on the apartment building and Jesse talking about how he was doing, working for his uncle’s architectural firm. When Malcom asked, Darren told a couple of stories about his job, keeping it light in deference to the fact he didn’t think any of them wanted to know the darker side of being a police officer.

After dinner, they settled in the living room with coffees in hand.

“You have a dog,” Darren said to Malcom. “Did you get him from a shelter?”