Chapter 17

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing was a relief, though the muffled shower was even better. Jarrett rolled his neck, working out the kinks, and threw himself into the mundane task of washing up. This entire day had been surreal. Sleep would be heaven, and then, tomorrow, he’d hook Eli up with an attorney, hand him over to Yager and Baptiste, and get back to his real life. He wasn’t worried Eli would end up charged with anything. He hadn’t done anything wrong. His taste in acquaintances was certainly suspicious, but if everybody went to jail for picking the wrong friends, there’d be nobody left on the streets.

The water quit before he was done, an absence of sound he wished he wasn’t so aware of. When the door opened, the urge to glance back was too hard to resist.

Then, he was the one who was hard.