Page 17 of The Valiant Knight
Period.
As soon as that cup fell, Finn gasped. They were both sitting, and no one moved that shelf. There hadn’t been an earthquake either.
Graham was honest.
“I’m not having a laugh. I was dead serious about the dead living here.”
Finn looked around.
“That’s weird.”
Well, he should tell him something that he didn’t know.
That was the obvious, and honestly, that amused Graham.
Weird wasn’t the word for it.
Not.
At.
All.
“Oh, tell me about it,” he said. Graham had seen some shit since Gryphen and Ian had left. It appeared that they had stirred up the dead.
Finn sipped his coffee, and knew there was no way he was spending too much time here. He wasn’t getting mixed up in that insanity.
His friend was sane, and that he was being serious…
Yeah.
Pass.
“Maybe tomorrow, I’ll come meet the Feds, and then, I’ll go hide out in my flat,” he admitted.
That sounded like a good plan.
“If you don’t tell my boss that I’m not hovering, I won’t tell mine anything I see or hear here. Do we have ourselves a deal?”
He held out his hand.
And waited.
That worked for Graham.
“Deal.”
Finishing his coffee, Finn put the cup down, and stood. This had been an interesting little meeting that morning, but he wanted out of there.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Graham cleared the dishes, and was amused. He appeared to be making a run for it.
That was funny.
“Why don’t you stay?” he joked. “Then, your boss will give you a medal and call you a hero,” he said, busting his ass. “I can have a guest room set up for you.”
Oh.
