Now I was sitting on Dudley’s couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I didn’t smoke or drink coffee. I was just trying to look normal in front of Dudley who was drinking a cup of coffee and smoking heavily.
He ground out the last fragments of his cigarette and leaning across the table, took mine. “I know you’re shocked, but try to pull it together,” he said before taking a long drag.
Actually, I was so tired I could hardly think straight. I had only ended up at Dudley’s because I fell asleep in the cab we took when we left Roan’s. Dudley couldn’t take me home under the circumstances, so he brought me to his place instead. He didn’t try to carry me into his apartment. Instead, he shook me until I was conscious enough to walk in by myself.
Dudley lived in a n
