Hunter had been busy. He'd gotten up before dawn on Saturday and never stopped moving, grabbing breakfast on the fly after going to the local furniture store and ordering a new bedroom set.
No more on the floor, he'd said to himself as he signed off on the form. "I need it delivered today."
The salesman was pleased at making an easy sale. "We can have it there by five."
Hunter slipped the man a twenty. "Make it one o'clock, please."
"I can make it the first stop on the circuit." He eyed Hunter, giving a curious nod.
"Redecorating the house," Hunter replied. "Want to get it done as soon as possible."
It wasn't a total lie.
It'd been weeks since their visit to the Touchstone Hotel and subsequent return to his house, where they'd made the discovery his current bed would barely hold two
