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“I would love to,” I said looking at Quin. “I’ll have to talk to Quin about it, but I think we can swing by.”
“Would you? That would be incredible! I’ll text you the address. And if you get here around two, I’ll give you a tour of the school. It has a rich history.”
“I’ll talk to Quin.”
“Great! I’ll see you soon,” Titus said ending the call.
“What did he say?” Quin asked having not taken his eyes off of me.
“He wants me to come by and talk to his high school football team.”
“You agreed?”
“It’s not like we have anything else to do,” I told him.
Quin didn’t disagree.
Over the next few hours, we lounged around, made out a little, and took back the crutches Glen had lent me.
“Were they useful?” Glen asked.
“Definitely!” I said having barely used them at all.
“How has your stay been? Make any headway on solving your mystery?”
“Dr. Tom suggested we talk to Nero,” Quin replied.
“To Nero?” Glen asked confused.
“Yeah. Do you know why he would?”
“Tom isn’t the chattiest person when it comes to what he knows about people. It makes having small talk with him a challenge.”
“What do you know about Nero?” Quin asked switching into investigator mode.
“Not much. He grew up here, attended the high school, played on the football team. He’s always seemed a little angry. I see him every-so-often working as a busboy at the diner.”
“We saw him there,” I told him. “He did not like seeing us.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was holding Quin’s hand and he commented.”
“Really? That surprises me.”
“Why?” Quin asked.
“I don’t know. Tom’s been his doctor like he is for everyone in town. And, he’s had some anger issues, but he’s always been respectful to the two of us. He hasn’t even hinted at anything homophobic. At one point I even got the impression that he was looking up to Tom as a father figure.”
“What happened to his father?” I asked Glen.
“I don’t know. But, I don’t think he ever knew him. It’s tough growing up without a father.”
“It can be tough growing up with one,” I replied.
“Yeah,” Glen agreed. “When parents disappoint you, it has a way of leaving a mark.”
“I know a little something about that,” I said turning to Quin who grew up with three loving parents. He was staring at us blankly.
