Chapter 11

Zac’s eyes opened and widened as the effect and implications of Heather’s words just now were sinking in.

“Wait, wait, what? Justin? No way, he couldn’t have. Are you sure? How’d you find out?”

Heather had the smallest hint of a grin on her face. She was this close to saying either the words’ I told you so’ or ‘I thought so,’ but she held her tongue. This was a serious matter, after all. She rearranged her face and continued talking.

“Anna told me. Today, she’d wanted to stop by his apartment to lend or use his listening ear– you know how great he is with that kinda thing– but she wasn’t able to go in because she caught a woman sneaking out.”

“So? She might be just a friend, or neighbor, or colleague.”

“Yeah, but she was doing The Walk Of Shame.”

Zaz hung his head. Like everyone else his age, he, too, was very familiar with that term. “Smeared makeup, yesterday night’s rumpled clothes, shit-eating grin on her face?”

“Exactly. Well, I dunno a