Chapter 37

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Rob was coming down the stairs when Darren arrived home around four-thirty Sunday morning. He told Darren, “Go change and shower. I’ll have dinner at least started by the time you’ve finished.”

“I will. First, though, I’ve got some good news,” Darren replied, following him into the kitchen.

“They promoted you to detective?” Rob asked, smirking.

Darren snorted. “First I’d have to put in an application.”

“You don’t want to?”

“Not really. I like what I do.” Darren leaned against the counter, watching as Rob took chicken from the fridge and began cutting it up.

“So, are you going to tell me?” Rob said.

“I might.” Darren grinned at the look of frustration on his housemate’s face. “We caught the punks who attacked you.”

“Yes!” Rob did a fist pump. Then he sobered. “Will they make bail?”

“We won’t know until they’re arraigned. Hopefully not. It depends on how good their lawyers are, I suspect.”