Chapter 172: Carters

When Gibson got home, he couldn’t find his house keys anywhere and a quick look in the kitchen revealed that it had all but been gutted like an old woman for firewood. He wondered idly how much it was worth to have someone come over, clean it up and then go to work on his apartment before they left – or even if he could call anyone now without looking crazy as well as guilty. 

He found them on top of the fridge where he’d left them when leaving work at two in the morning last night, which seemed like only yesterday. The clock read ten past six, and although he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the previous night he felt more rested than he had in some time. Not enough sleep and not enough energy, maybe, but he could feel his headache getting better already. He knew that it would come back tomorrow after he ate something and slept some more.

For dinner, though, he decided to just microwave leftover chicken nuggets and salad from one of the boxes that
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