Chapter seventy nine

"Fuck!" The cool said as he turned and faced him. He looked guilty, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I...no... I don't think so," he said, his voice breaking at the end.

"Okay, I don't need another cup of tea," Jeremy replied, he knew it was useless to ask the man what had happened inside, he'd only lie about it and feel attacked. He had to make him talk by himself, that way he could tell him everything he needed to know.

"Okay, I'll be in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast," he said and tried to hurry away but Jeremy hissed and slammed the cup on the desk, the man jumped and turned to him, his face crumpled.

"It was all his idea," the man said and Jeremy kept his eyes on him firmly, it was obvious that the man was going to open up soon.

"What are you talking about?" Jeremy asked, acting like he had no idea what he was talking about.

"I know you overheard us from the kitchen, we could see your car from the kitchen window," he said and nodded in the direction