“What the fuck, Zach?!”
“Where did you go, Josh? When you split on us?”
Silence.
“Josh, answer me.”
“You wanna talk about this now?”he calls through the door, and something about his tone is cautious. Cagey.
“Right now.”
“Hang on a sec. Let me at least get some pants on.”
I step back from the door and try to get myself under control.
The door opens and a billow of steam reveals Josh in a pair of jeans, a towel draped around his neck and his hair still dripping. He scrubs the ends of the towel over his head. “What you wanna know?”
I can tell by the way he won’t meet my gaze that this isn’t something he wants to get into.
Too bad.
“Where did you go? When you left.”
He drops the ends of the towel and slinks past me before sitting on the edge of his bed.
“At first, I went to George Town.” He glances up at me. At my look of shocked confusion, his expression goes rueful. “Grand Cayman… To sort out my… the money.”
My jaw locks. “Right.”
Josh drops his head, shame evident in every line of his frame. “I-I can’t tell you how much I r—”
But this isn’t what I’m after. “Save it. What’d you do next?”
“I—I had to figure out where I wanted to land.” He drags a hand through his wet hair. “I’d… I’d done some research and narrowed down a few places in Central and South America, but I hadn’t gotten further than that before…”
“Before you ripped us off,” I supply with a snort.
He lifts his head, his blue eyes wide with remorse. “Zach, I wish I could g—”
Nope. That’s not why I’m asking questions. “And what’d you settle on. Spill it.”
He blinks before looking down at the carpet again. “Panama… I bought a condo in Punta Chame. Right on the beach.”
“Lovely,” I grind out. Then narrow my eyes at him. “How much was it?”
“One hundred fifty-thousand.”
Again, I snort. Unbelievable.
“So you still had, what, $270K left?”
He shrugs, not looking up. “Plus some of my own I had squirreled away.”
“And then what’d you do?”
Josh presses his lips together, his focus still on the floor. “I drank.”
“And whored?”
