Russ walked into Jake’s room to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like death warmed over, but alive—which was all that counted in his book. He was also dressed, which surprised Russ.
“You’re late,” Jake grumbled.
“Yeah, well deal,” Russ replied defensively. He’d expected Jake to be grumpy, but not right off the bat. “I stopped by my place to get you something to wear, but it looks like I didn’t need to.”
“Fabian was nice enough not to trash my clothes once I was his prisoner,” Jake replied sardonically. He started to stand, grimaced, and said, “Give me a hand if you would.”
“Have you officially been released?” Russ asked as he crossed to help him.
“No, I’m making the great escape. Yeah, I’m free to go, thanks to you.” He picked up a bag from the nightstand beside the be
