I laughed. “Nice try.”
“Well, we were at Tully’s together two days ago.” He sneezed. “How’s yourinvestigationgoing?”
No missing the invisible air quotes.
“I have a couple of leads. Waiting to see if things come together the way I suspect they might.”
“You going to share?”
“Absolutely not. Do you have a sore throat?” I put the pie in the fridge, put two pieces of garlic toast on a plate, and grabbed my soup.
“Nope.”
“Oh good.” First, I offered him the toast.
He smiled and snagged it. Then he took a bite. “Almost as good as my mom’s.”
“Far be it for me to argue.” I sank into the recliner and raised my feet.
“Tough day?” He grinned. “A lot of shoe-leather detective work today?”
“Nope. Just going through property records.”
“Sounds boring as shit.”
“You wouldn’t be wrong.” I sipped the soup. “Yeah, this really is good.” I eyed his television. “You want to watch something? Or just hang?”
He gazed up toward the loft.
I followed his track, but couldn’t figure out what was so interesting.
Finn cleared his throat. “I was hoping you’d come with me to the high school.”
“Tonight? Are you sure you don’t have a fever?”
He shook his head, swinging his gaze back to me. “Tomorrow night. It’s really important that I’m there.”
“Risking your health and risking making other people sick?”
“I’ll wear a mask.”
I winced.
“Fine, I’ll drive myself—”
“No, you won’t. If it’s that important, I’ll take you.” But I was going to make sure he had a lot of fluids and an early night first.
Twenty-four hours later, when I landed on his front doorstep, he did look better.
He shrugged. “I think it was a twenty-four-hour thing.”
“If you say so.”
He donned his mask.
I wanted to tell him not to bother. Then I remembered how miserable he’d been yesterday. Since I didn’t want to be that way, I kept my mouth shut.
Twenty minutes later, we entered the gym at the high school.
