4
GAVIN
Work dragged the rest of the day. It was impossible not to anticipate going out that evening and watch the clock tick slowly by. By the time five o’clock rolled around, I practically vaulted out of my top-floor office.
The building was located across the street from Kensington Corporation. I crossed the street in a hurry and was about to enter the building when Court Kensington stepped outside with Sam Rutherford. Sam was an attorney for Court’s company and had turned our trio into a quartet after hustling us in our weekly poker match a few years back.
We’d taken to getting a beer after work before we left for our respective homes. Court back to English. Sam to his wife, Larkin St. Vincent. And me … to my empty apartment. A fact that had only started bothering me in the last ye
