After seventy-two plus hours of not hearing from Stellan, I hauled my ass to a…
“You’ve reached Stellan. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as…
I sat up and stared at my phone into the wee hours of the morning. …
I stood in Stellan’s kitchen quietly stirring a sauce he had tasked me with while…
“Well hell,” Walsh said. “Well hell?” I asked into the receiver. “That doesn’t sound very…
“I do not want to go to this cook out,” Roman said as he stomped…
“Let me in the goddamn building.” I stared at the buzzer and then hit the…
I stood in the center of my freshly scrubbed apartment and nodded in satisfaction. Not…
I watched as Roman placed olives on a toothpick and then dropped them into a martini…
