CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The following day brought a stream of honey-colored sunlight through Nash’s hotel windows. He usually left the curtains open, hoping to use them as an alarm system. He didn’t have curtains at the cabin for precisely that reason, so he was used to the sunlight waking him up. Still, because the window faced the street, he decided against it.
Nash pulled the covers off his n***d body and sauntered over to the bathroom. He always slept n***d. The hate of pajamas ran all the way to his childhood. The most he would put up with would be sleeping in shorts, something he had to do when he was in a twelve-man room in the barracks.
Nash showered and put on a new shirt and yesterday’s suit. As Nash pulled on the vest over the cream-colored shirt, he thought about the call he’d ma
