12
Benji
“You okay, boss?”
I looked up from my daze. Slick was standing in the doorway. “Yeah,” I said vaguely. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You look a li’l out of it.”
“I’m just…thinking. That’s all.”
“You’re gonna hurt yourself, thinking that hard,” he joked. He grinned widely, but I didn’t return it. I couldn’t find it in me.
I was feeling all sorts of f****d up. After the visit with Dina, I’d come straight back into the office and collapsed into my chair. I hadn’t moved for over an hour. I’d just been sitting here, staring into space, caught somewhere between day dreaming and doing nothing at all. I couldn’t get the image of those hands out of my head. Those innocent, unscarred hands.
“Something going on?” I asked after a while. I needed to focus. I needed something to do—action, motion,
