A smile spread across Bikram’s face, and just like that, his brother was back to his usual sunny self. “We don’t care what you think.”
“Well, I’ll—” Jas hesitated, trying to navigate this odd conversation. “I’ll tell you what I think anyway. You’re barely old enough to rent cars, the two of you—”
“Okay, that’s enough opinion-sharing for now.” But Bikram had a big grin on his face, and Jas returned it.
Bikram bumped his elbow. “This is the brother I know.”
Jas’s smile froze. No. He wasn’t.
“Something wrong?” Bikram asked.
“No.” He looked out the big tinted windows lining the front of the restaurant, toward the parking lot. “Can you do me a favor?”
Bikram looked wary. “What?”
Jas lowered his voice. “You remember that shotgun in the little house?”
“Above the mantel?”
He nodded. “I can’t have it there.”
“I doubt that firearm’s still functional.”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t be around a gun.”
Bikram stilled. “Jas,” he said softly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I don’t like the reminder. That’s all.” He could still hear McGuire’s gun going off that night, the pain and the blood, but above all thenoise. It had been so loud.
Bikram blew out a breath. “I’m sorry. I was only elevenwhen the trial happened. Sometimes I forget, you know? What you must have gone through.”
Jas shifted. He hated that sympathetic look Bikram was giving him. He was fine. Other men and women had it much worse than him.Stuff those feelings back. Don’t think about them.“Actually, never mind.”
“No.” Bikram’s tone was brisk now. “What can I do? Do you want me to pick it up?”
His desire to be rid of the thing won out. “I put it in the trunk of my car. It’s wrapped in a blanket. Can you take it? It can go in Grandpa’s collection in the big house.” Their grandfather was obsessed with collecting pieces of family history.
Bikram reached across the table and grabbed Jas’s arm. It was only then that Jas realized he was rubbing his ear. He stopped.
“Give me your car keys,” Bikram said. “I’ll take care of it now. You stay here with the dog.”
He didn’t argue with his brother, he was too grateful to be rid of the thing. He handed over his keys and stayed put. As if she sensed his discomfort, Doodle shifted so she could put her head on his thigh. He rubbed the spot between her eyes until they started to close.
Jas signaled the owner for the check, and pulled out two twenties when she came over with a pad in her hand. Her eyes widened at the cash. “It’s fifteen ninety-eight.”
Oh right. The year might change, but the $7.99 buffet was a constant. He handed her the cash anyway. “Can you pack up some food for me? A nonveg entrée, a samosa, andwhatever sweet you have.” Katrina was only cooking vegetarian food here because of him, and he didn’t want her to not eat what she liked.
Bikram came back inside as the aunty brought Jas his go-bag. His brother handed him his car keys and nodded at the bag. “What’s that? Bones for the hellhound?”
Doodle showed all her teeth, saliva dripping off them. The vet had given her a little much-needed teeth cleaning. Bikram took a step back.
“No. Food for Katrina.” He stiffened when his brother smirked. “She has to eat too.”
“Riiight.” His brother tilted his head at the door and sat back down. “Your trunk is empty.”
He swallowed. “Thank you.”
Bikram shrugged. “I’ll call you if I hear anything from the neighbors.”
