Jay looks over, and he can see the tautness in Tim's shoulders, down his arms to his fists. He's seen him like this before, and he wonders if prying any further will net him another black eye, or maybe another breakdown like the one in the hospital.
'Maybe this is all my fault!'
But Jay went to 79 Creek Street. Alex shot him. That thing took him.
If the hooded man slit his throat with that knife on the floor of Tim's house, then it would be a different story. If that thing found him while he was still trapped, zipties biting into his wrists, then it would be a different story. All Tim did was string him along.
He knew the truth about Jessica--at least part of it--when he died. If he didn't, if Tim had still been using him to get to Alex, it would be a different story.
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Jay looks over, and he can see the tautness in Tim's shoulders, down his arms to his fists. He's seen him like this before, and he wonders if prying any further will net him another black eye, or maybe another breakdown like the one in the hospital.
'Maybe this is all my fault!'
But Jay went to 79 Creek Street. Alex shot him. That thing took him.
If the hooded man slit his throat with that knife on the floor of Tim's house, then it would be a different story. If that thing found him while he was still trapped, zipties biting into his wrists, then it would be a different story. All Tim did was string him along.
He knew the truth about Jessica--at least part of it--when he died. If he didn't, if Tim had still been using him to get to Alex, it would be a different story.
Still, what's Tim thinking?
Jay cocks his head in Tim's direction. Go on.