When Carter heard his front door open and close when he wasn’t expecting any visitors, he briefly wondered if a murderer had come to off him. Shrugging, he took another drink of his beer. It wasn’t like he had anything going for him right now, anyway.
“Christ, it smells in here,” said Anthony in disgust. He went to the nearest window and lifted the blinds, flooding Carter’s apartment with overly cheery sunlight. The sound of traffic filled the room once Anthony had opened all of the windows, a fresh breeze only adding to Carter’s irritation.
“How did you get into the building?” said Carter. He lived in a high-rise that had tight security—as it should, considering the amount of money that flowed through its doors.
“The guy who owns this building owes me money.”
So much for security.
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