18 Chapter 18

John laughed. “Too clichéd.” He followed Kip out of the bar. When they were on the sidewalk he said, “You’re doing it again.”

Since Kip had, surreptitiously he thought, checked out every person on the street, he nodded.

“Are you carrying?” John murmured, slinging his arm around Kip’s shoulders.

Kip was more than a little surprised by his move, and figured he’d done it so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Not at the moment,” he replied as they began walking back to the agency.

“If you think there’s even the slightest chance the guy’s around then no matter where you go, you should.”

Kip sighed. “You’re right. Not that I like the idea.”

“Of course you don’t, but right now…do. Until we find him you’re not totally safe.”

“We?”

“Yep. You and me. We’re supposed to be PIs, good ones. We should be able to find him if we put our minds to it.”

“You’re right, damn it. It’s about time I did something more than worry every time I step out the door.”