Chapter 106

The seating area at the far end of the bar is almost empty. A couple of guys are playing pool at the other end of the room, the occasional crack of the balls carrying through the low hum of conversation. Nobody pays us any attention. 

For a long moment, neither of us says anything, then Locke looks at me. “I’m sorry.” 

No hesitation, no excuses. Just the words. 

I study him for a moment. “I know you are.” 

He blinks. “You do?” 

“I knew you would be.” 

He lets out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, then he folds his hands together on the table.