Chapitre 14: Chapter 14

Cole didn’t do anything about it. To do so would destroy what little trust he’d gained. Right now, that was more important than the taste of memories.

“Your shoes are still okay,” Brady was saying as he moved away. The light came on in the kitchen, and the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing filtered out. “Get ‘em on and we’ll head out.”

“How are you going to explain my presence?” he asked as he pulled his shirt back on.

“Nobody else should be around.” Brady came back to the kitchen doorway with an orange in his hands. His fingers worked to peel it as his gaze fixed on Cole. “How did you get here last night? Do you have a car?”

“Yeah, but it’s not here. I left it at a BART station and hopped a train.” He found his shoes lined up neatly at the door. Brady must have done that while he had been in the bath. “I didn’t want anybody following me to realize I was heading for you.”