A Drowned Man
ELDRED STUMBLED OUT of bed as the sound of the doorbell rang through his skull and scrambled his brain. Tiredness made his limbs uncooperative, his feet heavy, and his knees wobbly.
“What? Lachtin if that’s you I’ll f*****g kill you—use the key!” The droning buzz continued. He grabbed a pair of sweats he’d dropped on the floor a couple of days ago, shook them out so there wouldn’t be any spiders—there were always spiders—and put them on. Perhaps it was Mo who’d come back to give him a proper kiss. He glanced at the clock. Nah, if he ever saw him again it wouldn’t be in his flat at seven on morning.
Eldred yawned and ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t need the mirror to know it was pointing in all kinds of directions.
“Yeah?” He swung the door open then blinked a coupl
