Chapter 2“Come on, what the hell are you doing in there? Mixing the toothpaste yourself?” Gabe pounded on his closed and locked bathroom door, but all he heard in reply was Hype grunting something that would’ve been obscene if it hadn’t been muffled by her finger-brushing her teeth. “Just hurry up, will you? I’d like to get to bed sometime before dawn.” Gabe thumped the door again then turned around and went into the living room. He hesitated only a moment before making a direct line for his art table. He’d put the flash sketch and MacLean’s drawing there when he’d brought them up earlier to protect them from Hype, who knew better than to touch his art or risk never being allowed in his apartment again.
Gabe’s apartment was spacious for downtown, but nothing like the ridiculously large an
