I couldn’t wait to tell him about my conversation with Janny. I didn’t bother with the elevator; it would be too crowded. Instead, I took the stairs and exploded into Luke’s office—only to find someone sitting on the couch, one of the few surfaces not covered with paper or cartons. It was Nick. Damn. Still, I put on a big smile. “Hi, JJ,” Luke greeted me from his perch on the edge of the desk. I could tell by his fake-casual voice that something was up. “Nick’s taking a dinner break and telling me stories about my dad and your uncle.” I got it. Luke was on a mission to find information about his father and Dulcie any way he could. I knew that this was the time to summon my rarely used patience. If I hadn’t been able to keep my mouth shut last night, I could redeem myself now. Nick grinned at me, flashing strands of corned beef stuck between his teeth. He slugged down the rest of his Dr. Brown’s cream soda. “Hey, kiddo, did your uncle ever tell you about him and George and Gamblers Anonymous?
