Slowly, the boy pivoted, hands in plain sight."So, whyd that old man send you to me?" I asked.Daves reluctance to answer was written all over his hangdog face."What?" I demanded. "Whatd he say?""You sure you wanna know?"I slapped leather.The boy gasped and spit, "Never see this coming. Not in a million years. And something about irritation and," he winced and grimaced, "arbitrary bastard."Mustve been the face I made, or maybe that sharp intake of breath prior to."No," Dave cried, showing his palms. "Dont shoot me, man. I was just waiting for you to get back and the door was open, like that guy said. Didnt mean to fall asleep on your couch."I holstered my weapon in a flash, pressing blood from my lips until it hurt."All right, all right." He waxed even more pitiful, like a pissing puppy. "I found a biscuit and ate it. Im sorry, man. Ill leave now, right now."I said, "Put your hands down," and grit my teeth. "So, where were you headed when you ran into him?""That old guy?""Well, who we been talking about here?"Dave recoiled and snapped, "How the hell would I know?"I glowered, the boy backpedaled a step, neither of us saying a word for two drawn breaths at least."Can I go now?" Dave said. "I dont like the look on your face."Right then, Sarah burst through the kitchen entry. "What the hellre you doing here?" she cried.I looked from Sarah to Dave and my lungs deflated.Perish the thought."Whats that supposed to mean, Eli?" she spit harshly. "Perish what thought?" She eagle-eyed Dave into a wincing cringe and said, "I know who you are."