There is a knock at the door and Tim arches his eyebrows as he checks the clock. It is eleven and only Brent usually comes at these weird hours.
Tim is still worried about the necklace. Besides wanting to have the matter all over and done with already, he wants to be able to hand in the necklace for Brent’s sake. He owes it to Brent—and Dan—for rescuing him. His detective friend has looked worse for wear lately with those bags under his eyes.
Tim opens the door only to stagger back as rough hands shove at him.
“Hey!” he protests. “What the hell…Brent?”
“Tim, you’ve got to listen to me. Listen up and tell me straight. Dan—” Brent clutches at Tim’s shoulders tightly.
“What? What should I tell you? What’s Dan going to do?”
But Brent looks totally out of it and the smell of his breath te
