He was vaguely amused to hear his own accent when he spoke—it was always thicker when he was in England. He kept the conversation brief, focusing on the task instead of the earlier image of Jonah’s broken smile.
“Stay there until the police arrive, sir.”
Jesse took that as his cue to end the call. “They’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“We shouldn’t be here for that.” Gideon grimaced. “I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, but why don’t you just teleport us back, and we’ll tell Derek in person? He’s going to want to know what you saw anyway.”
“Yeah.”
Jesse had no problem agreeing with Gideon’s suggestion. He was worried about Jonah—literally worried sick. But this didn’t appear to be an investigation that needed to involve him. Jonah wasn’t the type of person to spend a night alone. Jesse didn’t like to think so, but it seemed perfectly plausible that this time, Jonah invited home the wrong man
Not that he would say as much to Derek.
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