Chapter 10

Chris grinned.

A car door shut.

Dylan rushed to the window and looked out. “Shit, it’s Hotshot.”

Chris took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. There’d been other dinners with James, but tonight was different. The night had to be perfect.

“Why’s he here so early?” Ron said as he looked at his watch, then at Chris.

“I don’t know.” Chris moved closer to the window to see a frowning James approach, carrying a bag of food from Lady Mirabella and a bottle of wine. Both Dylan and Ron seemed annoyed, and James didn’t look all that happy. This wasn’t good.

Dylan opened the door and stood in the entrance like a disapproving father while James walked up the front stairs. “You’re early.”

James brushed past Dylan as he glanced quickly at Chris, then turned to face Dylan. “We need to talk. I hear you received pictures of the Matthews murder.”

Chris’s heart leapt to his throat.

“And who told you that?” Dylan said, glaring at Chris.