A couple of hours later, Chad pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the wicker hamper in Jack’s old room. It had been a pretty good night. They’d watched some silly, lighthearted comedy. He’d sat side by side on the couch with Jack and they’d stuffed their face with buttery popcorn.
He’d almost forgotten why he was even there. But never quite. Someone had murdered Mark and was now trying to mess with him.
“Before we hit the shower, I have a question for you.” Jack tugged on his hand and made him sit on the bed beside him.
“Okay.”
“Do you have a will?”
Chad hadn’t expected that to be the question. He wasn’t really sure what he thought Jack was going to ask him. “Yes, why?”
Jack waved aside his question. “Who is the beneficiary?”
Chad frowned. “Well, there’s a few. Most of i
