“Where are you off to?” Rick asked Thursday morning when Beau came into the kitchen. Since Beau was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, instead of a T or sweatshirt, it was a logical question.
“I have an errand I have to run.”
“I see,” Rick replied, and Beau had the feeling he did.
“It’s nothing dangerous. I’m checking up on someone, for Whalen.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.” For the moment, until I figure out what’s going on.
“Are you going to eat, first?” Rick asked. “I fixed scrambled eggs and sausage and for sure I can’t eat it all myself.”
Beau chuckled. “Knowing you, you probably could. But, yeah, I’ll eat.” He poured them coffee while Rick filled two plates, adding toast. Then they sat down to breakfast.
Rick kept looking at Beau as they ate, a troubled frown on his face. Beau fin
