Chapter 11

“You sweet-talker, you.”

Julius handed me a six pack of Dos Equis and grabbed the pizza as I followed him past the living room to the entertainment area. Mr. Wrinkles ran past us and got comfy on his seriously swank doggy bed—nothing too good for Julius’ baby, obviously—then promptly fell asleep. There was a black leather couch against one wall, and a huge flat screen on the opposite side. Speakers and what-all were strategically placed around the room.

“The room is probably overkill, but I like to feel I’m at the movies when I’m at home. I don’t mind going out, but I prefer to hangout in my own place, you know? Why not make it comfortable, since I can?” I could only agree.

After putting the pizza on the glass table in front of the couch, Julius sat down and patted the space beside him. “Come sit down, Daniel. You need to relax. Let me take care of you for a while, okay?” I was only too happy to comply.