Chapter 15

“Then you shower first. It’s not like I can’t wait,” Rob replied.

Darren did, and then put on his sleep pants and a robe before going down the hallway to knock on Rob’s door—and open it when Rob said he could come in. “The bathroom’s all yours. Feel free to make yourself at home. Oh, and you might want this, too.” He handed Rob a cell phone and charger. “It’s an old one of Jesse’s that he left behind, but it works. My number should be programmed into it, if you need to call.”

“Thanks.” Rob put down the battered book he was reading to take the phone. After setting it and the charger on the dresser, he asked, “What if I want to leave?”

“You’re not a prisoner,” Darren retorted tightly before getting what Rob meant. He went back to his room, writing the security code down on a pad by his bed. Tearing off the page, he returned to Rob’s room. “It’s got a fifteen-second delay between turning it on and leaving the house. The same when you come in.”