“What a damned waste of time,” he said under his breath as he walked back to his car. He could understand the police logic, he supposed, but for sure he didn’t have to like it.
* * * *
The rest of Sunday he spent puttering around the apartment, cleaning and doing laundry, then went grocery shopping. As Sundays were his only day off, that was his normal routine until mid-afternoon—and if Scott had spent the night, they shared the chores at Craig’s apartment, then at Scott’s. Afterward, they would spend the rest of the day together, which included eating out, then taking in a movie, or watching TV at one of their apartments, before ending the night in bed.
Not today, though. What are you doing? Where are you doing it, and with whom?
Although he didn’t want to believe that, for some reason, Scott had taken off with someone else Friday night, he knew he couldn’t discount the possibility.