Chapter 8“I love it up here,” Peter said when Anson offered him a bottle of beer. “Thanks for the beer.”
“You’re welcome.”
The two of them had grilled some steaks for dinner up there on the rooftop of the building. Anson had prepared salad earlier that afternoon, and it was perfect with the steaks. After the meal was over, Anson had insisted that Peter should just relax while he cleaned up the table and brought the dishes down to the kitchen in the apartment. Peter had no choice but to agree. He had been standing behind one of the walls that surrounded the rooftop area and placing his hands on top of it when Anson had returned from the apartment.
“I didn’t know about the rooftop area. I thought the staircases on the second floor would lead up to the attic.”
“Nope.”
“Did you own this b
