“You could’ve told me that sooner!” I say.

Althea shrugs. “I wanted to catch up first. You would’ve been eager to go after him.”

“I am eager to go after him. Where is he? When did he return?”

“It’s weird,” she says. “I found him at a bar, banged up and downing beers faster than he could order them. Seemed a little off, so I followed him.”

I ignore the fact that she took it upon herself to follow him, and the ...