Losing You Terrifies Me

Chapter 15

Will stepped from his car and frowned as Molly, who was already waiting for him, aggressively straightened his tie. "Why are we doing this again?" Will questioned, wanting to run away.

"Because you said we would when we were at dinner the other night," Molly explained. "And Walter is very excited about having dinner here."

"Do they know that we're separated?" Will asked in a hushed voice as the front door to the rather massive home was opened. Danny raced out and snatched up Walter's hand, pulling the boy inside of the house while Casey and Jordan waited on the doorstep patiently.

"No and we are going to stay civil so that Walter has some form of normality," Molly replied, releasing Will now that she was satisfied with his tie and the two of them began up the driveway to the house. "Besides, they like you and how macabre you are."

Will sighed and did his best to place his sociable mask on, one that was beaten and torn apart, tattered from years of nearly constant use. Jordan had a hand around Casey's shoulder, oddly enough not wearing his suit. Maybe he had been telling the truth. Instead he wore a pair of slacks with a sweater, still something far nicer than anything Will owned, but not a suit. Casey looked perfectly happy in his jeans and flannel.

"How nice to see you again," Casey said, hugging Molly as they reached the doorstep. Will was grateful that the hug did not extend to him and he was greeted simply with a hand shake from both men before being welcomed into their home.

It was spacious and decorated warmly unsteady of the coldness that Will thought it would be. There was a staircase in the middle that separated several rooms. To the right was a formal sitting room and Will would make out a piano, tall and proud in the center of the room. There was a formal dining room hidden behind that. On the other side was the kitchen that opened up into another sitting room where the two boys were playing with a pitch black kitten and a sting with feathers on it.

"Leonard," Wally laughed as the cat jumped up to snatch at the feathers.

Will frowned and bit his bottom lip. They did have a cat. Jordan hadn't been lying. Jack had been right. Will needed to stop trying to twist the facts to fit his profile. There had to be plenty of other people out there that would fit the profile. There always were multiple suspects. People fell into a multitude of categories.

"I'm afraid that dinner is not yet finished," Jordan said as he began to roll up his sleeves.

Will watched curiously as Jordan quickly thought better of it and pulled the sleeves of his sweater down even further than they had been, effectively hiding the scratch marks that were still there that Will was certain Beverly was telling him were still not made by a cat.

"Ukochany," Jordan stated, calling Casey's attention from his conversation with Molly. "Why don't you show them the music room while I finish up with the cooking?"

Casey gave a small nod and led Molly and a desperately wanting to keep an eye on Jordan, Will to the formal living room where the piano sat tall and proud, polished to perfection. Back behind the piano was a harp that Will had missed and he immediately felt very lower middle class and embarrassed that they had invited this couple over to their own home for dinner a week or so ago.

"Do you play?" Molly asked, trying to break up the silence in the room as Will wandered over to the piano.

"Me?" Casey asked with a smile. "No. Not very well, but Jordan does. He's very talented in a lot of aspects. Plays the violin as well." Will's fingers trailed over the white keys, though not adding enough pressure to them to make any sort of sound. "Do either of you play?" Casey wore a smile as he watched Will.