I don't know if Grandpa knew what happened in my room, but he wasn't surprised when Jack showed up at the dinner table. Jordan, who was back, nodded politely.
"What's he doing here?" Jack asked, pointing his finger at him.
"His arm is injured," I said, trying to lower his arm. "He can't cook. So, since his injury is my fault, he's eating here. But only until he recovers."
"I've only been away for a week," Jack said, grumbling, "and you already brought another man to your house."
"Grandpa's house," I corrected him.
"That only makes it worse," Jack said.
"I see you're back, Detective," Grandpa said, smiling politely.
"It's good to be back, Professor," Jack said, responding with his polite smile. Then, a neutral nod to the Major, "Major Craen."
Conversation was stilted, but then, it'd
