Chapter 128

　　Lying in bed in my room at Jake’s apartment, I doze in and out of sleep listening to distant sirens and noises from afar, the calming hustle and bustle of Manhattan. It’s late; I’m tired, yet I’m not. I’m somewhere between dosing and overthinking and restless.

　　The housekeeper has retired to bed, and the apartment security is out wandering the outer halls again. I’m aware of the faint sound of their crackling radios occasionally, although they never really venture inside the main part of the apartment, but I like knowing they’re out there. Jake isn’t one for much security but his father insists. He doesn’t see the need for them when he’s home, and he rarely uses them when we’re on business either. I guess he knows he’s capable of beating the crap out of most assailants, seeing that boxing and martial arts are some of his past times.

　　I’m uneasy and antsy; I know he’s coming home, and I’m anxious about how we left things.