Chapter 6
A paper-airplane of memory zoomed past. Himself watching Colby’s morning-show interview. Colby complimenting scone choices that he’d told Jason later weren’t proper scones. Jason had thought at the time that Colby was good at thinking on the spot, and generous, and a fluid and eloquent liar. He let out a huff of breath, entertained. He’d had no idea.
“Was that amusing?” Colby’s question came out tiny, as if afraid Jason’d been laughing at his assertion of trust.
“Not that. Just a thought. I believe you. Don’t move.”