Chapter 8
Finn, with Tae leading the way, walked down the river path early Saturday morning. He had no idea if Luke would be under the bridge or not. It was the weekend, meaning the young man probably didn’t work, so he might be sleeping in. If that’s what you’d call it, if you were homeless. Or he might already be out panhandling—catching the tourists as they left their hotels to explore the city.
“We’re in luck, dog,” Finn murmured when he saw Luke appear around the bridge abutment. “I wondered if I’d see you today,” he called out to Luke.
“Me too. I mean seeing you.”
“Are you off to find something to eat? If so, I just happen to have another breakfast sandwich. Egg and sausage.”
Luke c****d his head. “Still trying to fatten me up?”
“Yep.” Finn handed him the plastic-wrapped sandwi
