Chapter 13

In the end, Lynn didn't see home again until Monday morning, thereabouts of four AM. He dropped an equally exhausted Anderson off at his hotel, then went home and face-planted. By the time he rejoined the waking world, it was well on to six PM.

Yawning, Lynn dragged himself to the shower and scoured with a salt scrub until he felt kraken again. Half-heartedly drying off, he pulled on a pair of boxers and wandered down the hallway, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Turning on the espresso machine, he quickly made three shots—one to drink immediately and two more to go in the latte that followed.

Smiling at the aroma of a well-made hazelnut latte, he carried it outside to his 'yard', looking out over the city as the business day shut down and the nightlife took over in glittering lights and snatches of music and raucous laughter.