Chapter 6
I made it back to The Den a short while before he did. I was sitting on a makeshift bench, watching the news on my cell as he walked in. He was smiling. I was not.
“What?” he said, sensing my unease. “What’s wrong? Did the bank robber get away? Are the hostages okay? Did you get bad press? No press?”
I sighed. “The bank robber is in custody. The hostages are unharmed and free. I’m still a media darling. One of the female hostages even asked me out on a date, right on TV.”
“You’re taken,” he said with a laugh. “Plus, your garden is, you know, a bit fruity, shall we say.”
“My garden teams with fruit, Craig,” I replied knowingly. “And none of that is the problem.”
He sat down next to me. “I’m confused then.”
I turned and faced him. “Welcome to the club.”
He frowned. “What ar
