Leo had followed him inside. “The surveillance footage from last night,” he said.

Jack had refused Archie to his face when he’d asked for this just hours ago. Archie wondered what had changed his mind. “Does Jack know you brought it?” Archie asked.

“Does it matter?” Leo said.

Archie straightened up and brushed the corgi hair from his pants.

Leo’s cigarette ash fell onto Archie’s floor. Ginger nosed at it and then lapped it up.

“You can put that out in the sink,” Archie said.

Leo looked down at his hand and seemed startled to find the burning cigarette between his fingers. “Sorry,” he said, and he walked over to the kitchen sink and ran the faucet over the cigarette butt and then washed it down the drain. Archie walked to the kitchen counter, got one of Ginger’s treats from a box, and held it out to her. She sat and looked at him with her head cocked. Then he nodded at her and she dropped flat and rolled over. He held the treat out and she took it gently from his hand and trotted off with it into the living room.

“Nice dog,” Leo said.

“Do you want a beer?” Archie asked, setting the flash drive on the counter.

“I can’t stay,” Leo said.

Archie opened the fridge and got a beer out and opened it.

“But I’ll take one to go,” Leo said.

Archie handed Leo the beer and got another one out for himself. They drank silently together, standing in the kitchen. Most of the lights were still off and the apartment seemed dark and empty. Archie heard a train. “Do you know what happened to the girl?” Archie asked.

Leo put his beer down on the counter. “No,” he said. He looked Archie in the eye. “I swear,” he said. “It had nothing to do with me. I’ll try to find out what I can from the inside, but so far no one seems to know anything.”

Archie wanted to believe him. “I saw Sanchez today,” Archie said.

Leo’s back straightened and he put two fingers to his lips. His eyes moved slowly around the room.

Archie followed his gaze. This was ridiculous. Leo couldn’t really think that his apartment was bugged, could he? But Leo appeared dead serious. This was looking less like caution and more like paranoia.

Leo cleared his throat. “How’s Susan?” he asked.

Archie took a pull of beer. “Annoyed. Tired.”

Leo nodded. “I’m going to give us some space,” he said. “While I’m out there. For her own protection.”

That may have been the smartest thing Leo had said since he had arrived at Archie’s apartment.

Leo’s eyes went to the dull green light of the microwave’s digital clock. “I should get back,” he said. But he lingered there in the kitchen, the beer in his hand, like there was something more he wanted to say.