Gideon wanted to wait. His ribs weren’t completely healed yet, and Jesse was still tense with worry about way too many things, but it was precisely that latter reason why he knew they needed this night out. Both of them were reasonably sure of one thing—the Foster problem was over. As long as nothing more was provoked between them, both Jesse and Gideon thought Foster would accept the mercy, albeit not quite gracefully.
He dressed all in black, silk shirt, his best pants. He wasn’t sure what Jesse was wearing; for once, Jesse was taking longer than Gideon was. That was all right. He had one thing he needed to do before they left, and he needed to do it outside of Jesse’s ears.
The phone rang only twice before John answered. Gideon rubbed at his eyes for what was to come.
“Tell me it was
