Chapter 18

The blaring siren of a fire-truck woke Kade. A glance at his cell phone told him it was six in the evening. Even though it was Thursday, work was a paid day off for Westridge's birthday.

He shook his head, cops worked twenty-four every day, even if the Pope blessed the day.

Rather than fight going back to sleep, he dragged himself up and padded barefoot into the kitchen.

A jug of milk gleamed inside the refrigerator. He was about to raise it to his lips, when he thought better of it. Even though Paul was asleep, it was his milk. Paul would throw out the milk if he knew I drank from the carton.

After he poured a glass, he placed the milk inside the fridge and spotted Paul's cell on the counter. He could check his call log and find out exactly whom Paul had talked to earlier. That's crazy! Ask him when he wakes up. But he invaded Kade's privacy. That's no excuse to invade his.