“Right on time for breakfast,” Jules said as he let Marcus into the apartment late Friday morning.
“You do realize it’s eleven-thirty, right?”
“And?”
Marcus looked past Jules into the living room, saying to Eddie, “Tell him no civilized person eats breakfast at this hour.”
Eddie chuckled. “They do if they just got up, although they usually call it brunch.”
Marcus shrugged, coming into the living room to take a chair at the table, putting down the folder he was carrying. “Eat, and then I’ll tell you what I found out.”
“I think we can multi-task,” Jules said, retaking his seat.
Eddie wasn’t certain he could. “Did you find out who he is?”
“I did, and we were right and wrong.”
“Meaning?”
“I told Jules that one of the women had hooked up with a man who’s now in WITSEC.”
Eddie nodded.
