Chapter 16
Jamie and Robert were dancing at the bar where they’d had their first date when his phone chirped. He glanced down at it and frowned. “It’s the station,” he said, and wended his way off the dance floor. Jamie followed. The police department usually left him alone at night, in consideration of his illness, so it must be something important.
“How many were killed?” he said, his voice rising. Even through the music, most of the other bar patrons heard him and faltered, staring. He turned his back, trying to concentrate completely on the conversation.
“I’ve got to go,” Robert said to Jamie when he turned around again. “Can you catch a cab home?” He started digging into his pockets for money. He had figured out that she was broke, although he’d never asked about her finances. He n
