Chapter 23

Even so, Jesse let the voice mail pick up the call. He didn’t feel like talking to anybody

He stood in the center of the room, undecided. He could work, justify his existence and his decision to get out of bed that morning. Or he could shop, which would ultimately be a short-term solution to his troubles and an unsatisfying one at that.

Ultimately, Jesse turned to his chair instead of the door. He pulled his notes out of the bottom drawer, spreading the pages out over the desk. John had not been very helpful, the details he provided slim at best. John didn’t seem to understand that he couldn’t keep the entire situation shrouded in mystery if he wanted an answer.