Only One Road – chapter 9
– IX – I half-expected for my apartment door to hang off its hinges when I got there. It didn’t. In fact it looked just fine. I took a deep breath, grabbed the box of doughnuts a bit tighter and unlocked the door. The apartment stank of cigarette smoke but that was about it. It wasn’t trashed, there was no blood anywhere, nothing. I kicked my wet shoes off and went into the kitchen. I needed my coffee bad. So bad that my hands were shaking. I started the coffeemaker, grabbed a doughnut out of the box, and went into the living room. Dylan was sitting on the couch, one bare foot underneath him, the other one tapping toes on the carpet. He had my laptop balancing on his knees and he was frowning at …