7 Chapter 7

The drummer gave him a crooked grin. “Got out of there as fast as I could. I told Tom I’d brought in a stray and ‘course Stormy wanted to get involved. I told her I had this one. So are you hungry? Thirsty? Sleepy? This ain’t the Ritz, but it’s free and you’re welcome.”

Greene tore his gaze away from Jest’s too-knowing earnest look. “I—Kinda tired, I guess. I just slept three or four hours in my car last night. I hate to put you out of your bed. I mean…”

“I crash on the couch half the time anyway. Working on something and just get sleepy and it’s too much trouble to undress and go to bed. You’re welcome to the bed. I think I changed the sheets a couple of days ago.”

He stopped a moment, a far-away stare crossing his face. “Oh yeah, that isn’t a closet there by the curtain. It’s the pisser. So make yourself at home. I’ve got an idea, and I wanna get the beats and embellishments down before they’re gone, so go on to bed. We can talk in the morning.”