Richard’s head dropped, and he knew he was looking guilty even though there was no one there to see the expression. Some things didn’t need the validation of an audience. They existed thick, heavy, and unyielding all on their own.
“Since you’re already on to me, I won’t beat around the bush. I bumped into Rain a few days ago.”
“Oh, I see,” she replied, her tone wary. “How is he?”
The question was asked carefully, and Richard answered it the same way. “He seems better. He’s off the drugs and says he’s been clean for months now.”
“Is he working?”
“Yeah, that’s how I ran into him. He’s working at Bernstein’s now.”
“Bernstein’s? Since when do you shop at Bernstein’s?”
Not her, too, Richard thought. He came to the conclusion that he must be the most predictable bastard on the planet.
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