Chapter Fifteen
Dayton
Dayton emptied the contents of the satchel onto his desk and stacked everything haphazardly into his inbox. He looked at the numerous files and papers and shook his head with disgust. He hadn’t managed to plow through even a tenth of the work as he’d intended; he’d been too busy nursing hangovers and thinking of Bobbie. He’d thought a few days by himself at the house would have been a welcome change, what with the porn videos he’d finally gotten to watch and no one’s little blonde eyebrows raising when he poured another scotch. And another. And another. Well, f**k it. It was still his house.
Before the weekend, he’d handed both Lupe and Adolphe a one-hundred-dollar bill and told them to scram until Monday. He’d be lucky if Adolphe chose to ever show up again, but
