“I really would stay out of it if I were you, Ben.”
His face twists, furious, “I will not stay out of it.” he snaps. “It’s my brother we’re talking about.” Scowling at me, he stamps out of the lobby.
Oh, crap...
I should warn James...
And Michael, and Charlotte...
I barely know them. How can I say something like that to them?
Then I paste on a smile as a visitor arrives needing a name-badge and directions through the building. And any chance I have to contact any of the Threesome vanishes as the lobby fills and I’m kept busy for what’s left of the afternoon.
*****
And I think, that is that...
Until, at six pm, just as I am about finish for the day, Ben marches in again. “Come on,” he says. “I want you to come with me.”
“Come with you? Where?”
“Up to Mike’s place.”
“What? You want me to go there? What for? I barely know them.”