Chapter 38

The second was that Rufus was about to tell Wren hehad a call and that he would need to go out into the night and satisfy some man waiting in a hotel room or apartment or house on the North Side, someone who would want things Wren was no longer sure he was prepared to give.

Obviously, a lot more had changed this night than Wren had fully absorbed. But before he had a chance to ponder, Rufus said something he wasn’t expecting.

“He’s on his way up. You might want to put on some clothes.” Like Rufus had been, Wren was clad only in a pair of boxers. He hurried to slide into the jeans and T-shirt he had left on the floor at the foot of his bed.

“He’s coming here? Why?”

“Says he has news.”

Wren cocked his head, confused, and stared out the window at the night sky, noticing how the city lights gave it an almost orange glow. He turned back to Rufus, who hadn’t moved away from the front door. Like a dog awaiting its master, it appeared he was standing at attention, waiting for a knock.