Danny gave a slight nod, maintaining a gaze on Jayson’s glistening skin under the light.
Will stood quiet and still. He appeared to be processing data that did not compute. He stepped close to Tanner and whispered, “What’s going on?”
“Can I get you a drink, Danny?” Tony asked, then turned to Will. “What about you, Wizard. Like a beer?”
“I’ll have a beer,” Tanner said, placing his arm around Will’s shoulders. “Just go along, we’re recording everything. Either he makes a move or makes a confession. But we can’t let him get away.”
Will reached up and behind Tanner and slapped his shoulder, then stepped into a slow gait toward the massage table. Danny joined him, at his elbow. “I should wake him,” Will said. “He wanted to go diving.”
“No,” Danny said. “Let him sleep.” They stepped closer.
