Chapter 62

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Rinker said to me as we were leaving.

“I’ll look forward to it,” I said.

Nate followed me home, and when we got there, we went straight upstairs, took a quick shower, and crawled into bed.

“That was fun,” he said, referring to our adventure of the evening.

“I can think of things that are much more fun.”

“Can you really? Like what?”

“Well, there’s this… and this… and let’s not forget that other thing.”

“Now you’re talking.”

17

Jacksonville, FLMorning

NATE HAD NO CLASSES the next morning, so we began our day by going downtown to the sheriff’s office at ten and allowing a detective to take our formal statements. Nate had transferred the incriminating photographs from his cell phone to his laptop and burned them onto a CD for the police. Someone had alerted George to our presence in the building, and he stopped by to say hello when the interviews were over.

“I owe you one, George,” I said.

“What does that mean?” he said.