Chapter Fifty-Four
“Come off it, Declan, I’m bored out of my brain.” Chris stared across at his driver, who in turn stared out of his side window at the front door of the house with the Porsche on the driveway. “He could be hours in there.”
“No, he’ll be out soon, I know it.” His driver twisted the key in the ignition, allowing the radio to come on. “Why don’t you listen to the radio for a bit.”
“You know, he could be meeting anyone in there. It could be his parents’ house, or his sister’s. How can you be so sure he’s cheating on Fran?” Not that he cared; he only wanted to get back home, where he could listen to his music, instead of whatever station Declan had on. “This is ridiculous, mate. Let’s go!”
Declan glared at him. “No one’s stopping you. But if you want a lift home, you’ll ha
