Chapter 8

“I have to…erm…change.” He gestured at the uniform. “Can’t be in uniform when I’m off duty.”

“Oh, of course.” Of course, cops couldn’t walk around being cops all the time. There was probably a law against it. “Let’s go.”

Zen went toward the house, curious about what it looked like on the inside. He guessed Fred was a neat freak. He looked over his shoulder to see Fred follow, eyes locked on the ground, and his fingers moving in nervous waves. It made him frown. Was he shy or…maybe he didn’t like Zen. So, he’d driven a little too fast. It wasn’t enough to make someone dislike him, was it?

Fred unlocked the door and gestured for Zen to go in. “I’ll just…” He pointed at an open door inside the hallway. Zen peeked inside—a double bed flawlessly made, soft, light green walls, and no dirty laundry anywhere to be seen. “Sure, go ahead.”