“Ok, now spill.” Matt ordered as soon as we were back in our apartment. My mom and Banana were on their way to New York. Matt and I had stayed with my dad for a bit because he’d felt a little lonely. Now, we were in our living room, talking about the case.
“There’s not much to tell,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I told Martinez what I saw, and that was it.”
“That wasn’t it,” Matt said shrewdly. “I hope you were protected at least.”
“Matt!” I glared at him, mostly because he’d come too close to the truth. “We didn’t have sex. Not in my old room. You should know me better than that.”
“You and I’ve had sex there,” Matt noted, a devilish gleam in his eyes. I fought to control my embarrassment, but I blushed, anyway. It had been on Chinese New Year’s Eve a few years ago. My parents had had a big bash, and Matt and I had had way too much to drink. One thing led to another, and we were having sex before either of us really knew what was going on. We didn’t use protection, either, which was the height of stupidity. Fortunately, I didn’t get pregnant, and we were more careful in the future.
“That’s besides the point,” I said, furious at myself for letting him get to me.
“Yeah, it is,” Matt said, dropping the jocular tone. “The point is that we know for sure who has Danny, so we have to do something about it.”
“That’s the cops’ job, Matt,” I protested, though I knew it wouldn’t do any good.
“What are they doing about it?”
“I don’t know—it’s not like Martinez would tell me.”
“Then it’s up to us.” Matt stood up, a determined look on his face. “Scar, I’m going to the club tonight whether you come with me or not. What’s it going to be?” There was no answer to that other than, ‘of course I’m going with you.’