Chapter Twenty-Six
For a moment, I had no idea what to say. Jen approached me as one might a wounded animal.
"So what's your story?" I asked, once I'd found my tongue.
As she drew near, I was able to make out her expression, a mixture of bafflement and guilt.
“Who are you?” she asked. A fair question.
“I was hired to find a man who stole money,” I said. “And while I was looking, I ran across a dead body and someone tried to kill me.”
"I don’t know anything about that," Jen said. Her gaze darted toward Weis and snapped back to me.
I stood and backed away from Weis. He scuttled back and kept an eye on me, as he rose to his feet.
"How about we sit down and have a chat?” I said.
Jen nodded and looked at Weis, who shrugged. Jen led the way toward a small kitchen, with Weis behind her a
