Chapter 8

“Yeah, I use my roommate’s phone, too—well, Charley is sort of my roommate. I’ve been crashing there since the summer when my dad threw me out. Out front at five, then? Yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.” Henry decided the safest thing to do at this point was to just nod his head. And not move his leg. He would have asked why Jamey’s dad threw him out but maybe Jamey didn’t want to talk about it.

Henry sat there against the side wall by himself after Jamey had gone inside. He had started off this morning being questioned by the police. Then, he had hidden inside his shadows. Thanks to Carlene, the police thought he might not be bright enough to do bad things. Then, Jamey, lunch, and now unbelievably, dinner.

They day had definitely improved.

He got up and brushed off his pants. He had fallen asleep. That was all that had happened. No murder. And he had survived lunch.

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Atlanta, same day.