It was Jon. She wanted to meet. He didn’t call her back, at least not yet, because he didn’t know if he wanted to meet. And he also had a few phone calls to make.
Later, he showered and changed into jeans, a windbreaker, and a white collared shirt. He slipped on his shoes and finally called her back while sitting on the bed.
“So where the hell have you been?” she said after two rings.
Already got me on her contacts list, interesting, he thought.
“Sleeping,” he said.
“Nice.”
“Yes, it was, thanks. What’s up?”
“Developments.”
“What are they?”
“Let’s do it face-to-face,” she said.
They met at the same diner where they’d had dinner the previous night. He had a slab of ribs coated in a Jack Daniel’s rub, coleslaw heavy on the mayo, a side of salted steak fries, and a vegetable that loo
