Page 54 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Probably.”

“Why?”

“Because normal people don't stalk drunk college students through parks wearing nightmare masks.”

Elliot smiled faintly.

“Fair.”

Ronan looked at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“There's that word again.”

Elliot put the phone down. Ronan rolled toward him. For a moment, Elliot thought he was going to kiss him. Instead Ronan studied his face.

“What?”

“You've been weird about this.”

Elliot's pulse changed. Not dramatically. Enough that he noticed.

“Weird how?”

“I don't know.”

Dangerous answer. Elliot waited. Ronan frowned.

“You're just... calm.”

“You said that before.”

“No. Claire said that.”

Elliot stared at him. Ronan smiled.

“Your mom told my dad, who told me.”

“Everyone in this family needs hobbies.”

“Seriously.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don't know.”

Ronan's expression softened.

“You were one of the last people to see him alive.”

“So were dozens of people.”

“And then a detective questioned you.”

“Along with dozens of people.”