I inwardly groaned. “The house Edge lives in?”
She winked. “That’s right.”
32
Edge
Grinder set his beer on the breakfast bar. “She just left?”
I took a swig and set mine down too. “Asked for her car keys and drove away.”
“Just like that?”
I sighed. “As I said…yes.”
“What did you do?”
“Drank a couple of pints and then rang you.”
“No. What did you do to make her leave?”
“Thanks a lot, mate. You can right sod off.”
“She wouldn’t have left with no reason, Edge. Even you would have to admit that. Walk me through it.”
I pulled another beer from the fridge and sat next to him. “If you want another, you can get it yourself.”
“Wanker,” he muttered, standing. “Talk,” he said when he sat back down.
“She asked what would happen next, and I told her there’d likely be a hearing to officially drop the charges against her.”
“That’s it?”
“Pretty much.”
Grinder shook his head. “What else, Edge. Come on, fess up.”
“I suggested we take a vacation to celebrate.”
“You didn’t?”
“What of it?”
“You’re a bloody idiot.” Grinder got up from his stool and walked over to the window.
“What is so wrong with a vacation? I thought I was being nice.”
“What about her job at the dining hall?”
“I told her we’d talk to Tee-Tee about it.”
“Is it your job now?”
I walked over to where he stood. “I’ll say it again. I was trying to be nice.”
“Right, but you failed miserably. Is she a puppy? You’ll keep her fed and watered, take her out to play?”
“It isn’t like that.”