Chapter 13
By the time Stacy left Ange’s place, the first streetlamps were flickering to life. In the growing dusk, the bulbs buzzed like lazy bees, and tiny bugs swirled in their light. Stacy caught the 8:45 bus home, ducking down into his seat when they passed the body shop as if anyone inside could’ve seen him from the street. He didn’t called in that afternoon, and hoped no one bothered to ring the apartment when it became obvious he wasn’t coming to work. If Lamar answered, and someone like Parker or Delfino asked where the hell he was? s**t…he could hear his roommate now, in that pissy tone of his Stacy knew all too well. “He’s supposed to be there.” Then it’d be “where the f**k have you been?” the moment he walked in tonight and Lord knew Stacy wasn’t in the mood for that.
When he
