“At least it’s not snowing,” Hoyt said as he and Teague walked down the street to a take-out place the next block over from Teague’s building.
“Miracle of miracles,” Teague replied, all the while checking to their left and right for any sign of Frye. “It would make spotting Paul more difficult for Jake if it was.”
Sliding his arm around Teague’s waist, Hoyt murmured, “Relax. You’re too obviously looking for him.” He chuckled softly. “For a trained investigator you seem to have forgotten how to act as if everything is normal. Let Jake do his job.”
“It’s hard when I know your life could be at stake.”
“I’m wearing my vest, same as you.”
For some reason, maybe because he was so tense, Teague found what Hoyt had said amusing. “No, I’m not wearing your vest. I’m wearing mine.”
“Funny. Not.
