Dylan arched his eyebrow. “Wanna put money on it?”
After dinnerand our after-dinner routine of shooting the shit in the back room, it was time to call it a night. Lexi and I said our goodbyes and followed Dylan out to our cars. Coco pranced beside us, showing off her new leash and harness set. Lexi was making a fuss over her while I chatted with Dylan about some work nonsense.
“Yeah, I can be there—” Dylan trailed off as something caught his eye down the street.
“You okay?” I asked, following his line of sight.
“What’s happening at the Davies’ place?” His furrowed brow grew deeper. “Is he moving?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen anyone over there in a while, but I think Mr. Davies passed away recently.”
“He’s dead?” he asked with what sounded like concern in his voice.
“I think so. If I remember correctly, Dad mentioned it last week.” I was gettingconcerned myself. I wasn’t sure why Dylan would even care.
Dylan was frantically looking at the Davies’ home. He appeared to be searching for something. Then he froze.
“No fucking way,” he said under his breath. He then dropped Coco’s leash and took off towards the Davies’ house.
