“Of course not. I should have heard. Relax, kid. He’s probably decided to get out of town. Didn’t you say he was going to New York?”
“He did say he might go, but he hadn’t any money. That’s what worries me. He can’t have gone to New York…”
“How do you know he hasn’t borrowed money from someone? He always was an opportunist. Don’t worry about him. He can take care of himself. Come and have supper with me.”
“Not tonight, Sean. I want to go home. He may have returned.”
O’Brien lifted his shoulders good-humouredly.
“Okay. Do you want me to come back with you?”
“I’d rather go back alone.”
“Anything you say, kid.”
He got out of the chair and handed her her wrap.
“I’ll see if I can find out anything. If I get news of him I’ll call you.”