You’re infuriating, you know that?
A smirk lifts his lips before the rest of the table quiets. I turn to see Director Clausen approach.
“Come, Daniel. Let’s go,” he says, motioning him up.
My ex-roommate only appears amused as he pushes his chair back with great ceremony. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure almost dining with you.”
“Knock it off,” Clausen says, shoving him toward the door.
The cocky smile never leaves his face as the guards usher him out.
“What was that all about?” I ask as soon as Daniel slips into my room and closes the door.
“You’re referring to my dramatic lunchroom exit?”
“Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
“Daniel.”
“What?” He lowers himself to his chair. “I’m fine. That wasn’t a fact-finding invitation. They had a visitor they wanted me to interview.”
I evaluate him and conclude he’s telling the truth.
“Wow, you actually believe me for once.”
“You’re the one who gives me reason not to all the time.”
He shrugs.
“So who was it?”
“You really think I’m going to tell you?”
“It’s up to you. We can talk about that or the Davis brothers. You pick.”
He grunts. “What is it with the Davis brothers? They’re little mice who happen to have a blow torch. That’s it.”
“You’ve been in a fight with them haven’t you.”
“A fight. No.”
His smile says otherwise, and I narrow my eyes. “Multiple fights then.”
“They started them.”
“Who won?”
“Who do you think?”
“Depends on what you meant by blow torch.”
He turns in his chair and raises his shirt. I gasp at the ugly scar. “That’s from them?”
“Well, Tracy, anyway. T.J. was holding me down.”
“I thought you said you won!”
