“I want a few minutes.”
Jay lifted his head at the sound of Dean’s voice, his sister on Dean’s heels, Dean an immovable obstacle in the doorway. The two wrestled with the door a moment before she looked over. Before he thought to respond, she let go of the door and backed up.
“I’ll be waiting. I’ll take you home.”
Dean closed the door so she was nothing but a shadow through frosted glass. A few seconds passed before she faded into the distance. Dean turned the key when there was a good chance she moved out of earshot.
“Alone at last. You okay?”
“John did a good job.” Jay flexed the hand, silently cursing. He shouldn’t have done that. He’d be bruised for a few days yet. “He said you’d talk after the weekend. He seemed to think we should be careful until we’re sure Mark’s gone. Said his
