All clear.
“All right,” Darren drained his coffee. “I’m off.”
“Another for the road?” Paul asked.
“Yeah, go on.”
Darren had left the house at nine; Mother would ask questions if he left without a designated time to do so, and Scott had been on full eavesdropping mode for the last four days. Especially after Darren had blown him off about going to the football this Sunday.
“But it’s the derby!” Scott had argued passionately. Then he’d gotten suspicious, and Darren was well-versed in the dangers of a suspicious Scott. So he’d escaped to Roastie’s to hang out with Paul during his shift, and scam cheap coffee. Not that Paul knew what was going on either.
“Now get out,” Paul said, handing over a cup that was closer to being a bucket in size. “You’re cluttering up my counter.”
“With what?
