As he’d promised, when he had the chance Monday morning Steve ran a more detailed search on Blaine Ayers. It took some time, and a lot of digging, but what he found out had him calling his husband at what he knew was normally the time Gary stopped for lunch.
“Have you eaten yet?” Steve asked.
“I was about to head out to Monkey Club, since I’m in the mood for Thai. Why?”
“Want some company?”
“Since it’s you, you bet,” Gary replied. “I’ll walk, you drive, and we’ll probably get there about the same time.”
Because Gary’s company was four blocks north of the restaurant, and Steve had a suite in an office building downtown, he figured his husband was overestimating it a bit, so he said, “Order the wontons. It’ll keep you busy until I arrive.” Gary laughed, and they hung up.
Steve walked i
