Chapter 193

“I don’t know that any of that sounds ‘unsettlingly suspicious,’” Declan said. “The first was probably just really wet kitchen scraps or perhaps a stew or casserole that she had made and didn’t like—” “A whole garbage bag full of it?” Declan held up his hand to forestall Mason’s objections. “The second one sounds completely reasonable, even if it was a genuine Persian rug. Women are fickle like that. My mother threw away an entire dining room suite that had been hand-crafted especially for their New York apartment because the color was two shades too dark.” Mason rolled his eyes. “Lisa is hardly any comparison to your mother,” he said and Declan grinned. “Who is Lisa?” Barry, the fifth and final person to make up their tight group arrived, taking the single chair on the end of the table. “I am not going to repeat myself again,” Mason said, folding his arms and leaning back against the booth. Brian sighed and turned to Barry. “I’ll give you the condensed version.” At Barry’ nod, he cont