“You have to tell John,” I said to Bryan.
“Do you trust this guy? It could be a trick,” Bryan said as I looked down the street.
“I trust him,” I answered Bryan and we continued our jog.
We jogged back to the hotel, circling the block. John and Malika were coming out of the elevator and John smiled at us.
“Are you joining us for breakfast?” John asked, and we followed them into the restaurant part of the hotel.
We must have looked like an odd combination at that table. John was dressed in a suit, and Malika was in a summer dress. Bryan and I wore running clothes and were covered in sweat. We ate breakfast and talked about the weather and family and nothing in general. I knew Bryan would tell John once they were alone.
I didn’t like Bryan’s idea of going along with everything right up
