Page 375 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Ronan stared.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Ronan.”

Elliot’s voice came quiet. Saint continued.

“Tell him.”

Elliot looked toward Rebecca. She stared back through the glass. No. Not here. Not now. Saint said:

“Or I pull the lever.”

A mechanical click echoed. Rebecca spun. The red floodcontrol handle behind the glass moved half an inch. Remote actuator. Fuck. Elliot stepped forward. Ronan caught him.

“Tell me.”

His voice was calm. Too calm. Elliot looked at him.

“What?”

“Whatever it is.”

“Ronan.”

“Tell me.”

Saint laughed softly.

“Good boy.”

Ronan looked toward the speaker.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Silence. Elliot almost smiled. Then Ronan looked back.

“Tell me.”

His mother behind glass. Water waiting. Saint controlling the mechanism. Ronan asking for truth again. There was nowhere left to hide. Elliot swallowed.

“Tyler knew me.”

Ronan frowned.

“I thought you knew him from the bar.”

“No.”

“How?”

Elliot’s throat tightened.

“Before.”

Saint remained silent. Listening. Ronan stared.

“Before what?”