“The description matches some of the footage they’ve got from near Ellie Tipper’s house.Josh thinks he’s got his man.”
“One of them, maybe.”
“The man on CCTV also vaguely matches the description of a man the police are searching for in regards to an unprovoked assault at the nightclub Goddess.”
Romeo hummed.“Dean didn’t die then?”
“No,” Chad shook his head.“He didn’t die, but he did have to be intubated.He’s still in the hospital.You crushed part of his airway.”
“Only part?”
“Romeo...”
He lifted his eyebrow.“Chad.”
“Why?”
“I needed a distraction, and he happened to offer himself up on a plate.”
“He’s a good—”
“Don’t.If you finish that ...thought, I will find out what hospital he is in and finish the job.He thought he could save you from me for a second time, but he was wrong.No one can.”
Chad sighed and strolled into the kitchen.“Both Dean and Simon were able to give a detailed description of you.”
Romeo followed him.“Simon?”
“A witness to the attack.”
“What did they say?”
“You were a middle-aged man with glasses, long hair, gruff beard, big build, a crazed look in the eyes.”
Romeo snorted.“I can’t do much about the eyes or the build, but I guess I’m due a haircut.”
“Well, don’t do it yourself, we both know how shit it looked last time.”
They stared at each other.
“Do we both know?”Romeo asked.
“Yes,” Chad looked away.“It was ...it was ...wow, that’s what it was.”
Romeo snorted.“It was certainly that.”
“You had bald patches.”
“I did.”
“I tried to reassure you that it looked okay.”
“You failed spectacularly.”
Chad smiled, and it was too much to look at.
Romeo averted his gaze, brushing his fingers over his beard.“I’ll trim this down, get it looking good again, and then you can cut my hair in the kitchen when I’m done.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
