Stiff came out with a towel around his waist and dried his hair with a second towel.
Once upon a time, I might have enjoyed the view. Now, he looked plain. I'd grown accustomed to the elevated aesthetic of Alec and his physical artistry topped with masterfully crafted ink. Besides, this wasn't the time.
I grabbed the clothes from Alec and shoved them at Stiff. "Get dressed. We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk to you," Stiff said.
"Yes, you do. Now, get dressed. You have ten minutes before we have to go."
I walked off even as Stiff shot back a refusal.
Alec said, "Man, it's about Bea. Get dressed."
"What about Bea?" A suddenly somber Stiff asked.
I sat at the table and tried to down more smoothie and toast.
Stiff was out in five minutes carrying socks and shoes. He put on the socks. "Tell me."
"Lettie isn't sick. She probably never was. She's taken Bea."
