Chapter 3
Derek went into his office again after lunch, which had been sandwiches and soup, leaving Joe feeling at loose ends. Well, not loose ends exactly, he decided. It was the fact that he was used to being busy, whether it was watching out for trouble from cops or punks, or trying to make a few dollars for a halfway-decent meal—either with day work or panhandling—or digging through dumpsters or the piles of clothing at drop-in spots for something that would come close to fitting and keep him warm.
He picked up the book he’d been reading, set it down because he couldn’t concentrate on it, and wandered through the first floor. He straightened a crooked picture on the dining room wall, aligned the row of spices sitting on one of the kitchen counters, and then returned to the living roo
