The morning started well as far as Clay was concerned. He and Quint showered together, taking advantage of that to have some down-and-dirty s*x in the process. Or as Quint had laughingly called it, “Down-and-clean s*x, all things considered.”
Afterward they ate breakfast then, with his usual admonition that Clay was not to let anyone into the loft with the exclusion of himself or Amanda, the detective left for the station house.
With Quint gone, Clay went into the studio and got back to work on the portrait. It was closing in on noon when he heard the buzzer. After putting down his brush, he hurried to the door to answer it.
“Mr. Richardson? It’s Mike, the mailman. I have a package for you that needs to be signed for.”
“I’ll be right down.”
Wondering what it was, since he didn’t remem
