“Found him.”
They’d driven away from the airport each in his respective car, but Jesse had made it clear that after being roped into such an ugly and ultimately unproductive two-day, he expected to be served wine. Jesse ran a red light on Monaco Parkway and beat Tanner to his house by maybe ninety seconds, and was waiting for him when he and his suitcase reached the top of the stairs.
Tanner wasn’t gasping and panting, but it was three flights with a suitcase after a long day. “Found who?”
Jesse lowered his chin, the better to look at Tanner like duh. “Who are we looking for?”
“You can’t have found Clark, we’ve been home two seconds. What, was he just sitting in my living room?”
“On the roof, actually.”
“What?”
“Hi, Tanner.” And there he was. Looking like the same fairy-garden runaw
