I stood at the door to Bob’s apartment, Jeffrey behind me. His eyes burned a hole in the back of my skull. I didn’t need to talk to him to know what he was thinking: Do you really want to be doing this?
It was a question that I had asked myself a million times on the way from the mansion. I had told Andrew that I trusted him on this Bob matter, but I couldn’t leave it alone, not when our friends were getting hurt. Something had to be done.
I didn’t feel good about lying to Andrew, again, or sneaking around on him. It was just what I had to do.
I had waited until I was certain that Andrew was busy at the office before I left for Bob’s apartment, but I also ensured that it was early enough that he wouldn’t come home prematurely. The last thing that I needed was for anything to raise hi
