Chapter 67“Rocky's gone.” Huxley re-inserted the key in the lock and held onto it. He removed a handkerchief from his back pocket and dabbed at the corners of his eyes. He dabbed at his nose.
Jerzy picked up a small stool and dropped it near Huxley. “You better sit a spell.” He leaned on his cane and studied Huxley's moistening eyes. There was almost something sympathetic in Jerzy's expression.
Sara wrapped her arms around Huxley's shoulders as he collapsed onto the stool. “We knew this was coming, Hux. We just needed confirmation.”
He nodded. “Of course.” His voice was just a whisper.
Jerzy scratched his head, really dug into it. “What you're saying is that one of them girls gave your brother that key to their apartment to use when he came home. And that key just opened a lock to the
