Chapter 18
He’s in your basement, said Chip.
Sean froze, about to toss his keys on the counter, then walked out to where he could see Chip’s vivarium. He wanted to ask who but didn’t dare talk. He hoped it was Dane.
Who do you think?
“The f**k is he doing?” muttered Sean. He shoved his keys back in his pocket and stalked to the basement door. “Being creepy as hell all the time…”
Chip let him go without responding to that. Sean’s irritation turned to guilt when he got to the bottom of the stairs and found Dane switching the sheets from washer to dryer.
“Hey,” said Dane. When he glanced up at Sean, there was a flicker of worry on his face for an instant. “How’re you doing?”
“Nothing remarkable happened today,” said Sean, and he was thoroughly glad of it.
“Nosebleed?”
“One or two,” s
