I HIT THE SHOWROOM apartment just in time for lunch. Pausing in the doorway gave me a chance to scan the room’s occupants, Daniel, Kyle, Connor, Ethan, Sean.
Josh and Marianne.
Sean rummaged into the brown paper bag on the floor. “You timed that well.” A flick of his wrist sent a burger sailing toward me.
I caught it. “Thanks.”
The air in the room lacked the tension I expected it to hold, telling me details of the argument Ethan witnessed had spread no further than Nathan.
I left the warm depths of Sean’s eyes and met Ethan’s questioning gaze. I smiled, giving the tiniest of nods. For Connor, Kyle and Daniel, their food held more interest than me—typical Larsen behaviour.
With his body half turned away, Josh partly obscured my line of vision to Marianne, but as though she sensed my s
