Follow Spencer out
I jog after him, catching up to him on the sidewalk outside the bar. I probably shouldn’t leave Katie alone in there, but she’s in a public place and probably safe. And Spencer’s words are eating me up. I have to know what is going on here.
“Where did you park?” I ask. He motions toward the garage and I fall into step beside him.
He doesn’t say anything until after we arrive at his sedan. Not brand new, not too old. But perfectly maintained on the inside. We climb inside and he turns on the car and heater before I even have to ask. He must see me clutching my fingers, trying to warm them.
“Okay, tell me what’s going on,” I say, aware of the quiet surrounding us. The empty garage without a single soul in sight.
He wraps his hand around the steering wheel and says, “I
