Chapter 19

“To get your benefits?” Paul asked, winking at him.

“No, because he’s driving.” I wish that was the reason, but it’s not and who knows if it ever will be.

Jake and Russ set their glasses on the table, said their goodnights, and left. As they walked to the car, Russ asked, “Do you want to cancel the museum?”

“No, unless Gail’s willing to work on the photos in the morning, which means I’ll be there with Paul and Todd while she does.”

“Okay,” Russ replied, trying to hide the hurt he felt that Jake didn’t intend to involve him with that. After all, I spent the whole night going to bars and clubs with him, trying to get a lead on the stalker. Why’s he cutting me out, now?

When they were at the car, Jake looked over the roof at him. “If you want to come along…”

“If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, Russ, I am.”

“Good, because I do.”

After they took off, Jake glanced at him. “You were pissed, weren’t you?”

“Sort of,” Russ admitted. “Okay, yeah, I was.”