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“Sorry, dear,” the old man said. “My lungs aren’t what they used to be.” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, but instead of blowing his nose or coughing into it, he just wrung it in his hands. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. The hairs on the back of my neck rose again. “I really should be getting back.” He took a deep breath. “Just a minute and I’ll be alright.” He took another deep breath. I started to tap my foot nervously. How did James’ father know this guy? Jon was fit for his age, and wealthy, and put together. The man beside me was the opposite of all that. Not that two people so different couldn’t be friends. It just felt…off. “How did you say you knew Jon again?” “Old friends.” He reached over and placed his hand on my forearm. His fingers were like ice. S
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