He sprawled out on the sofa again and began channel surfing. The next thing he knew, it was morning. He groaned as he sat up. His legs ached, his mouth tasted like the bottom of a bird cage, and his bladder was about to burst.
He made his way to the bathroom, pissed, brushed his teeth, and then stripped. Turning on the water in the shower to as hot as he could stand it, he stepped in. He stood there until it was lukewarm, washed, got out, and dried off. Gathering up his dirty clothes, he tossed them in the hamper before going to the bedroom to get dressed. Only then did he check his phone, praying Scott had called. He hadn’t, and when Craig called him, he was informed Scott’s number was temporarily out of service. “Like my life, right now,” he muttered, hanging up.
He fixed a breakfast of eggs and toast, washed down with coffee. Then, checking to be certain he had his wallet and keys, he left the apartment, heading to the police station. 2