Chapter 2“Where the hell have you been?” Logan yelled when Christopher walked in. “And you took a fuckin’ taxi? Can we afford that?”
“Look, I’ve had a rough night, so don’t yell at me. You won’t believe what I’ve been through.”
“Try me,” Logan said.
“Give me a minute,” Christopher said as he slipped his satchel from his shoulder and made himself a drink before he slumped down tiredly on the couch with an exhausted sigh. When he finally got his strength back, he leaned forward and spoke slowly. The story he told was peppered with disjointed speech and long pauses until he finally said, “Hell, I had to look at the identification tag on my satchel before I even knew who I was, and where I lived.” He hung his head in his hands for a moment, and then looked up when he noticed the silence. “S
