Page 79 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Ronan told me.”

Silence. Tiny. Ronan felt something uncomfortable in it. Then Dylan nodded.

“Yeah.”

“What did they think?”

“No idea.”

“Did Lucas say when it started?”

Dylan frowned.

“Maybe after Mason died.”

“Maybe?”

“I don't remember.”

Elliot took a drink.

“Did he ever say where he saw the guy?”

Ronan put his fork down.

“Elliot.”

“What?”

“Stop.”

Elliot looked genuinely confused. Dylan shook his head.

“No, it's okay.”

“It isn't.”

“I don't care.”

Elliot's attention returned to Dylan. Dylan rubbed one hand over his face.

“He said outside the library once. Outside his apartment another time.”

“Same clothes?”

“I don't know.”

“Did he think it was somebody from Bellweather?”

“Elliot.”

This time Ronan's voice sharpened. Elliot stopped. His gaze slowly moved toward him.

“What?”

“You're doing it again.”

“Doing what?”