Later that day, Darren Leister placed a friendly hand on Jane's shoulder heedless of her previous words.
“I will treat you to lunch.”
She shoved his hand away.
“I should be treating you after all those times you've helped me…”
He chuckled. “So you do not hate me after all. Don't tell me you are fond of me?”
“I didn't catch that. What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
After they were done eating, Jane went off to the library. When she was out of hearing range, Darren Leister took out his phone and called Brock Davenport.
“She's in the library. Take the chance to clear up your mess. I hear she got into a fight with Linda. I am not a detective but I'm placing bets that it is because you slept with her.”
“Nothing happened between me and Linda!” Came Brock Davenport’s aggrieved reply. “I was dr
