Chapter 456 Maxwell's Crafty Plans

Looking at it then, I guess things turned out for the best. I had not heard a peep from Gregory about heading to the border. No job, no friends, no place to go—I was stuck in Maxwell's house day in, day out, just zoning out with a book. He could tell I was climbing the walls with boredom, so one evening, he finally said, "I've never seen anyone so good at doing nothing. Let's go. I'm taking you out for some real food." Nothing could spark my interest, though. All I could think about was how to get back to the border, to risk everything for a shot at justice for the lost. However, Maxwell was not having any of my brooding. He hauled me off to a place he said was a new restaurant, ordered a bunch of delicious-looking dishes, and made me promise to try them. I barely had an appetite, and after a few nibbles, I just could not eat anymore. He gave me a look, resting his chin in his hand. “Come on, eat up. I didn't drop a small fortune on this meal for nothing. If you're not going to ea