“As I pulled up outside Chase’s cottage, I was surprised to see Spike waiting.
“Isn’t that the guy who played guitar the other night?”
“Yeah, he’s a friend of mine. You might want to keep your head down low or duck off into the bushes.”
He laughed. “I think it’s a little late for that.”
“All right but give me a second.”
Killing the engine, I stepped out and Spike rose to his feet.
“Spike? How long have you been here?”
“A couple of hours.”
“What are you doing?”
“Sophie said you were spending a lot of time up here. Curious. Who’s the fella?”
I glanced back at the truck. Chase had his head slightly lowered. With his baseball cap and dark glasses on, it was kind of difficult to see who he was.
“Just a friend.”
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