I peeked up to see Roy. I smiled as he settled into the vacant seat.
“He looked like he was going on about something,” Roy said.
“He wanted me to give Greyson his résumé. How are you?”
“I’m good now. I had a whole morning of cleaning. I still have more to do when I go home, but I needed a break.”
Roy appeared a little soft and weary from the exertion. His typical daily exercise was stacking chips and lifting cocktails.
“Why so much cleaning?” I asked.
“We were broken into last night while Gloria and I were out.”
My eyes widened. “Was anything taken?”
“No, but they made a huge mess.” He shook his head with a sigh. “I think I’d rather have them steal the stuff instead of dumping it all over the floor. It doesn’t make sense to go to all the trouble of ripping apart a man’s home and th
