Page 128 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“That shit online doesn't know anything. Vance doesn't know anything except whatever somebody told her. Nobody knows what this is except us.”

Elliot swallowed. He hated reassurance. He needed it constantly. Both things could be true.

“Okay.”

Ronan's thumb moved once against his pulse.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Elliot smiled faintly. Ronan released him. His phone vibrated. Both looked. Dylan. Again. Ronan picked it up. Elliot's irritation returned instantly.

“What?”

Ronan read. His expression changed.

“What?”

“Dylan says cops are outside.”

“His place?”

“Yeah.”

“Again?”

Ronan stood. Elliot's stomach tightened.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him.”

“Why?”

Ronan stared.

“Because police are outside his apartment.”

“He has a lawyer.”

“Elliot.”

“What?”

“Stop.”

The command landed harder than intended. Elliot's expression closed. Ronan noticed.

“Not today.”

“Fine.”

Ronan called. Dylan answered quickly enough that Elliot could hear his voice from several feet away.

“Ronan.”