Page 70 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

DYLAN: apparently i was last person to see lucas

Ronan straightened. Professor Monroe continued speaking at the front of the room. Ronan ignored him.

RONAN: explain

Dylan took almost a minute.

DYLAN: he was at tap tuesday

DYLAN: left around midnight

DYLAN: i walked outside with him

DYLAN: talked for like five mins

RONAN: about what

Pause.

DYLAN: nothing

Ronan immediately typed:

RONAN: bullshit

Three dots.

DYLAN: he was pissed

RONAN: about what

Another pause. Longer.

DYLAN: call me after class

Ronan's stomach tightened. He glanced at the clock. 9:19. Class ended at ten forty-five. Fuck that. He shoved his notebook into his bag. The guy sitting beside him whispered, “Where are you going?”

“Emergency.”

Professor Monroe looked toward the sound.

“Mr. Vale?”

Ronan stood.

“Sorry.”

“Is everything all right?”

“Yeah.”

Clearly not convincing. Ronan didn't particularly care. He left. Dylan answered on the second ring.

“What?”

Ronan stepped into the concrete stairwell.

“What happened Tuesday?”