“I’m not hungry,” Paul protested.
“You’re not doing yourself, or Todd, any favors by starving to death,” Jake replied, hustling a very reluctant Paul toward the café.
They found an empty booth when they got inside. Jake waited for Paul to sit then slid in next to him while Russ sat across from them. When the waitress came over, Jake told her they all wanted burgers with fries and coffee.
“What am I going to do?” Paul moaned when she left. “All I can think about is that bastard torturing my poor Todd the way…” He shuddered.
“I wish I could say that won’t happen,” Jake said quietly. “But it might. If Todd’s lucky, the police will find out where Fabian’s holding him before he kills him.” When it looked as if Russ were going to protest his being so blatant, Jake said, “It’s the truth and we all know it. Trying to avoid the fact isn’t going to help.”
“He’s right, Russ.” Paul took a deep breath. “I wish…Why him? Why not me? I’m the one Fabian hit on.”