How the hell did I talk myself into this? I know ace-deuce about undercover work. Oh, yeah, I don’t want to be tortured and killed. Especially since it might not do any good to begin with. Dylan stopped staring out the window when Mars and Alastair came back upstairs.
“Are you going to join us, Dylan?” Alastair asked when he and Mars were seated at the table.
“I’d rather stand. I’m nervous enough about what I seem to be committing to. If I sit, I’ll go crazy.”
“That’s fine with me,” Mars told him. “The first question we have is, how will we…well you, explain to Mr. Webb where you’ve been for the last five days?”
“It’s only been that long?” Dylan said with surprise. “It feels like it’s been weeks.” He began to pace. “Obviously I can’t say I was hiding out at the apartment. The hotel is
