“Are you okay?” She asked and his relief was clear to anyone around. He nodded and she turned to look behind him. “Will they be fine?”
“I wouldn’t make you a murder witness.” He told her as if that was a more important worry than him being a murder or them being murdered. “Come on. I am sure they will be fine.” He took her arm and led her through the streets.
No words were exchanged until they were at her street when she asked,” I thought you weren’t coming tonight?”
“I finished early and came to your house. When you weren’t home, I wanted to walk with you. Why did you stay so late?”
“I lost track of time.”
The quiet was not uncomfortable but when he didn’t come in, she broke it, “You are not staying?”
“I have something to deal with.” He tried to keep the malice out of his voice but
