Adrian.
I looked at the door calmly but stayed alert. There was no reason anyone would show up in the middle of the day just after bad news had been going around about me.
"Could be one of your prostitutes coming to pay you another visit," Veronica suggested with jealousy.
I would have replied to her, but I had more important issues to deal with.
I walked to the door and turned the knob. If one of the women I slept with showed up with some foolish claims, I was going to make sure they didn't see the light of day.
"Uncle Bernard," I greeted, letting the door slide wider.
It didn’t make it any better that he was the bearer of bad news. The look on his face told me that he didn’t bring good news. Without the help of a safe haven, I could already tell what was coming next.
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