Chapter 9
“What are you guys doing here?” Tom asked. He walked past Lacy and fell into the booth next to Tim.
“We’re still allowed to have dinner, aren’t we?” said Lacy.
“Hundred and thirteen miles from home? Were you guys following me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself Watkins,” Tim said.
“Goddamn.”
“Calm down,” Tim said.
“I don’t believe you,” Tom said. He placed his palms flat on the table and stared at Tim and then Lacy. “We’re moving to New York in like two minutes and you pull this crap on me? I thought you trusted me.”
“If I may,” Lacy interjected.
“And you,” Tom said, “I actually expected more of you.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Tim asked.
“Save it,” Tom said, already shuffling from the booth. “You messed up, and your normal blame shift BS won’t fix this.”
“Then tell
