Chapter 36

“At least they know who did it, thanks to you,” someone said from behind Jake. He turned to see Hank, in all his bald glory, standing there.

“Not sure I had that much to do with it,” Jake protested.

“Not to hear the rumors going around,” Hank told him. “You did that thing with the pictures, which helped put a name to the bastard.”

“I suppose.” Jake took a drink before asking, “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“I spent the evening with a friend and his wife who live in the neighborhood. They’re good people, but by the time I got out of there—” Hank grinned, “—I needed to be with my own kind.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were stalking him,” Russ said. “First Donovan’s, then here.”