Two days later, Dan got the chaps. Although Rory Perkins looked at him with curiosity, he didn’t ask Dan why he needed them. If he had, Dan was not sure what kind of explanation he could make since for sure the truth wouldn’t do. When he left the station to head home, he bundled them into a black plastic bag to smuggle into the house.
When Dan walked in at seven thirty, he found Trek in the kitchen. The scent of fresh brewed coffee hung in the air and other yummy smells issued from a bubbling frying pan in which Trek stirred a mixture that gave off bacon odor, a hint of peppers, and probably eggs. Dan wrinkled his nose in appreciation, sniffing much as Commando also was doing. “I’ll be right back.”
Dan had tucked the bag under his arm, hoping it would blend with his black web belt and ot
