DROP SEVEN
Diego sent him a weird text. ‘Look in the cupboard. Take care of her.’
Hector tried calling him back but his phone never connected. He was far too tired and shaken up to deal with a junkie’s incoherent thoughts right now, so he ignored it and went upstairs for a nap. As soon as he hit the bed, he felt sleep hugging him all over like a blanket.
A few hours later he felt better. Hardly refreshed, but it would have to do for now. He narrowly avoided stepping on Armadillo. His pet eyed him angrily since he had forgotten to feed it. It was trained to press the autofeeder for dry food so it never actually risked starvation due to negligence, but the posh bastard liked the canned stuff better.
Hector checked the cupboard. “Yeah, sorry, Armadillo,” he said, yawning, “make do with th
