With that thought, he knew what his answer would be. He would accept Durand’s offer. After all, what have I got to lose, other than my ‘wonderful’ life on the streets?
* * * *
Ben called Durand the following morning, but not until after he’d luxuriated in a hot bath until the water turned cold. He’d showered before going to bed, which was also a luxury, but being able to soak in the tub had made him feel…human, he supposed. That and a breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage worked wonders for his self-confidence, so when Durand answered the call Ben was able to say without hesitation, “I’m in.”
“Excellent,” Durand replied. “I’ll have Ray pick you up in, say, twenty minutes?”
“All right.”