Best-Kept Secrets. Dani Sinclair

you have time to eat lunch with me?” Matt asked. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

      “I’d like that,” Jake said sincerely.

      Matt beamed. “Since we only had a half day of school, I’m going to meet a couple of older guys at the school to get in some extra practice. Is that okay?” he added as an afterthought.

      “‘Older guys’?” Jake asked mildly.

      “Two of ‘em are seniors.”

      “Ah. Their advice should be invaluable.”

      “Yeah. The coach was gonna try and sneak away from the teacher meetings to come and give us a few pointers.”

      “Then we’d better see if we can get the cook to feed us quickly.”

      But when they reached the dining room, they found Officer Garvey still inside, talking with a large table of customers. Matt stiffened. Jake laid a supportive hand on the boy’s shoulder.

      General Marcus Perry, out of uniform but looking every inch his rank, sat at one of the large tables with his entire family. As far as Jake knew, it was the first time any of the Perrys had set foot inside their old family home since it had been converted.

      Except Eugene. The general’s son had started hanging out in the bar with Thad Osher and a few of the other regulars in the evening.

      The mayor was speaking animatedly while her aunt stared in pale-eyed confusion at the once-familiar room.

      “Why’s he still here?” Matt muttered.

      Jake knew the boy was referring to Lee Garvey. “He needs to ask questions so they can identify the bodies.”

      “They’re just skeletons.”

      Jake nodded. “I know.” As they watched, the policeman took his leave. “I have to greet that table. Why don’t you order us both a couple of burgers? Tina can serve us at table six.”

      “Okay. Can I order a milkshake?”

      Jake’s lips twitched. “Order two.”

      Matt grinned and raced off toward the kitchen. Jake donned his formal host persona and approached the table. While he’d never met the general in his military capacity, Marcus Perry had sat in on the hearing where Jake had been called in to testify against his son, Eugene. A prank had gone awry and the men involved had found themselves facing a disciplinary hearing. While there had been nothing personal in the testimony—Jake hadn’t known Eugene—the man hadn’t forgotten and Jake doubted the general had, either.

      “Good afternoon. I trust everyone is enjoying their meal.”

      Cindy Lou Baranski smiled affably, but then, she was coming up for reelection soon, Jake remembered. Eugene glared at him with a sulky scowl. The general studied Jake with steely green eyes that held no trace of warmth, while his fashionably attractive wife smiled politely.