Chapter 42

“Hey…soomemin,” Kord burbled, saying nothing Doyle could understand.

The apartment was dark and Doyle struggled into the living room holding Kord as upright as possible. Moving to the couch, Doyle sat Kord on the cushions, then went to close the door.

When he came back to the couch, Kord had slouched down and was about to slip onto the floor.

Doyle reached down and placed his arms under Kord’s arms and lifted him back onto the couch.

“Hey! Watch…mmmffff…” Kord mumbled. His head lolled on his chest when Doyle pushed him back into a sitting position.