Chapter 8
Two days later
Sean walked the last three hundred feet after his seven-mile run. He took the stairs, two at a time, before fusing into his cramped studio apartment. He shed his sweaty clothes, except for the briefs. The runner’s high shared space in his consciousness with loneliness. Damn, I wish Debbie hadn’t canceled our trip to Monterey. I was looking forward to it. She sounded disappointed, too. And yeah, she does have that big case going to trial. Maybe I should send flowers to her office.
He dialed Jeremy for the fourth time to chat, but he tired of counting rings and hung up after twenty-five. Maybe I can call Nash. No, that’s stupid. I don’t really know what our relationship is.
Sean sat on the floor in front of the TV and flipped through the channels several times be
