Darrell ended up driving them to a salad buffet restaurant a couple miles from the office. After they’d filled their plates, Barnaby chose a booth in the back corner of the restaurant.
“So, what’s the real reason for the lunch?” Darrell asked after they’d settled in to eating.
“Can’t friends just have lunch without an ulterior motive?”
“Yes. But, I get the feeling this time is more than that.” Darrell dug into his clam chowder. “Are you having trouble at work?”
Barnaby had just taken too large a bite of his salad, so he paused to chew it up before answering. His grandmother would kill him if he talked with his mouth full of food.
“Because, I have to say talking to me about any trouble you have working for Travis puts me in an awkward situation.”
He nodded and chewed.
“I understand t
