“You’re kidding,” Marshall said, when Neil told him the next morning about the hidden room. “Have you looked in the boxes yet?”
“No. Hell, I only got up a few minutes ago. I was fixing breakfast when you showed up.”
“I thought I smelled bacon.” Marshall trailed after Neil, stopping long enough to check out the floors. “You did a great job,” he said when he got to the kitchen.
“Thanks. You want something to eat? I’ve got plenty of eggs and bacon at the moment.”
“No thanks. I ate before I left the house.” Marshall leaned against the counter, watching Neil as he took the bacon out of the pan, broke two eggs into it, and put bread in the toaster.
Aware of his scrutiny, Neil smiled a bit, flipping the eggs then putting them on the plate with the bacon. “Coffee?”
“Now that I won’t say no t
