She didn’t know what to make of it. He’d had to work, but all night seemed a bit excessive. Maybe he was annoyed with her for giving Dewey the slip. She couldn’t blame him for that, though she’d sort of hoped he would understand her need to find out for herself. She’d decided not to rely on him. He had other priorities. And he’d said he took things seriously. He’d probably needed to pull back a little, in case she got too serious. That’s all. He’d protected her. Done what was needed and now he had his own life. And his work, if that beep was what Dewey had thought it was.
She’d eat some breakfast to ease the hollow feeling in her middle, then see if she could figure out the buses. She’d noticed a McDonald’s on the next corner as they were driving in. And, not being a man, she wouldn’t hes
