Chapter 4

Gnats attacked him while he worked, their burning bites were nothing less than he deserved. He wiped his tears, placed the cat in the hole, and covered it with dirt. He put a stone the size of a melon at the head of the grave and stood there for a minute watching the two stones—one for Sunny, one for Kirk’s cat.

When he got back inside, he went straight for the wine.2

The chiming was all wrong. Felix’s alarm sounded nothing like the long, outdrawn, skull-drilling rings filling his house. With a groan, he flew up from the bed. What if it was Kirk?

Running down the stairs, he almost slipped but managed to find his balance at the bottom and reached out to unlock the front door.

A large dark form leaped in, knocking him to the side.

“What the—”

“Did you oversleep?” Lexi handed him a leash as she crossed the threshold.

“What? No, I…” He looked at Gibson, Lexi’s dog, and scrunched his nose.