Chapter 7
David looked up as they approached, and it was a little strange not to see so much as a spark of recognition in his direct eyes. He waited until Gideon stopped at the table to nod at the two free chairs. “You must be Mr. Keel and Mr. Madding.”
Jesse offered his hand. “Jesse, please. And thank you for agreeing to meet us.”
“It’s no trouble.” He was just as soft-spoken as his counterpart, his accent as cultured. “I was a bit alarmed when I heard from Detective O’Dell this evening. I’d thought I’d managed to talk some sense into Jonah.”
“So far, there’s no reason to think you weren’t successful.” Jesse sat, leaving the chair closest to David vacant for Gideon. “The state of his flat indicates that whatever happened, he was not a willing participant.”