“Tell me about Thursdays,” I said.
Marcus sat down.
He sat down the way you do when your legs have made a decision before the rest of you has.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he said.
“What am I thinking?”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
“I made a mistake.”
My chest tightened. “With Olivia.”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“It wasn’t a relationship.”
“How long, Marcus.”
“A few months.”
And then came the story. He was stressed. Work pressure. Olivia understood. They crossed a line. He ended it three weeks ago. He realized what he was risking. He was sorry.
It almost sounded like the truth.
It was arranged like the truth. It had all the right pieces in all the right places.
Then my phone buzzed again.
He’s going to tell you he made one mistake. Don’t believe him.
Below that, an address.
Come alone at 6:00 p.m. if you want the whole truth.
