Chapter 8I wasn’t able to box up Simms’s things until after January 1st. I had worked most of Christmas week and half of New Year’s Day, so I was due some time off. Not sure why I dressed up, but I wore a purple long-sleeved button-down shirt that had been a favorite of Simms beneath a gray jacket, along with black jeans that he’d once said made his hands jealous. Maybe I needed the confidence to go through with this, or something.
I carried the box to the officer at the front desk, my buddy Janet. She always seemed to be there when I stopped by to see Simms or drop something off.
“Hey, Ms. Janet,” I said in greeting and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, sweetie. Don’t you look good!” She fanned herself and I chuckled. “Please tell me you’re here to see Simms and calm his ass down because he’s bei
