Chapter 23Josh awoke in bed to the four P.M. alarm on Friday, and six texts greeted him.
11:30 A.M.: Are you mad?
11:45 A.M.: Sorry.
12:36 P.M.: Can I bring breakfast?
2:05 P.M.: Burritos okay?
4:04 P.M.: Are you awake? I’m on my way.
4:06 P.M.: Got clothes on. No surprises.
Josh replied at 4:14 P.M. We need to talk.
The doorbell rang. Josh showed Steve in without a word. They went to the table which Josh had set. Steve sat down, pulled a burrito out of the bag, unwrapped it, and ate.
Josh poured juice and coffee. He sat across from Steve and gave him a serious look. “I’m going to need your help.”
The bottom of Steve’s burrito came undone. “Anything, what is it?” Egg and potato dropped out. It piled on the plate, red from the spicy sausage.
Josh leaned forward. “If you really do
