Inside the apartment was dark, the curtains drawn shut against the sun. The only light came from the television, flickering over the living room. Closing the door behind him, Stacy let his eyes adjust to the dim light, the thick air, the noise from the tv and under that, the faint whirr of the fridge in the kitchen. He crossed the hall and dropped his keys on the breakfast bar, then leaned against one of the stools to kick off his shoes. Though he didn’t know where his roommate was, he felt as if he were being watched, his every movement suspicious in the darkness and as interesting as anything on the television. Suddenly the sound went out, muted, and he glanced over at the couch to see Lamar staring back. “Hey.”
“So how’d it go?”
Stacy couldn’t see much of him, just the whites of his e
