The good thing about Murphy having a bodyguard, was that Caulin knew his friend would be safe. Most times, anyway. Until he gave Shaw the slip and went dumpster-diving. Murphy waved; Shaw nodded. Jones took Caulin’s heavier-than-normal bag from him. Then he slipped his other arm around Caulin, and walked with him out of the hospital. This, too, felt like belonging. “Is Murphy one of your friends from the dumpsters?” Jones asked. Caulin blinked. “How did you know?”
