Zack waited until she left before asking, “What’s got you in such a foul mood? You’re being sprung.”
Reaching for one of the shirts, Trev took a deep breath. “Sorry. I guess I should be happy about that, but it means I need to go back to the apartment. And Detective Hawk called to remind me that the door lock would need fixing. Luckily, when I called the building manager, he said he could do it this morning, so I won’t be there totally unprotected.”
The door opened at that moment and a burly policeman came in. “I’m Officer Paxton, Mr. Eldridge,” he said. “I’m your ride back to your apartment. How soon can you be ready?”
Trev looked at Zack in question.
“I have to sign him out and write him a couple of prescriptions. You can fill them downstairs at the pharmacy, Trev.”
“Another arm-and-a-leg,” Trev grumbled.
“I’m afraid so, at the moment. Stop on your way out and make an appointment to talk to a counselor about getting financial aid.”