Page 174 of Sticks and Stones
Moving closer, he poured the man a glass of wine, the same kind his son liked, and placed it in front of him.
“I don’t think he’s dumping you, Will. He’s just tied up with something at the moment. When did you hear from him last?”
He told him.
“It was the other night. We always talk in the evening, and he didn’t call me. When I went to his house, the two Feds were there. You know the ones we spent Christmas day with?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, Ethan and Gene.”
He stopped him.
“No, the other one. Greyson.”
He wiped the already immaculate bar in hopes of getting the man to have his wine and go. He didn’t want to lie to him, since he knew how Corbin felt, but he also didn’t want to tell him too much.
This was a tightrope walk, and someone was sawing away at the line.
“They were acting weird, and Corbin’s place had a break-in.”
Oh, shit.
Alice didn’t know about that, and if she did, that would take her to another level of crazy. Corbin was tucked away in the condo and absolutely safe.
Will sipped his drink.
“You’ll have to wait for Corbin to reach out to you,” he stated. “All I know is he’s working an undercover case, and being careful.”
“And the Feds?”
This was a dance.
“They might be helping him. Really, Will, my son isn’t the kind of man who would ghost someone. You’ll hear from him, I’m sure.”
He pushed his glass away and went to pull out money to pay for it.
John stopped him.
“Your money isn’t good here. You’re dating my son. You get free drinks. God knows I drank a lot when I was around him. He can be exhausting.”
Will laughed.
“He’s absolutely perfect—if I could get him to call me and tell me what’s going on.”
John could hear his wife in the kitchen, so he opted to break his own rules.
“You didn’t hear this from me, but I’d look for him wherever the agents are. They are thick as thieves. That will help you out. If you don’t hear from him tonight, try that.”
Will slowly nodded.
“Thanks, John,” he said, pulling on his jacket to head back out into the snow.
When he was gone, Alice peeked her head out.
“Is he gone?”
He nodded.
