Chapter 4It’s Time
A week or so following my return from Cape Cod after spending a couple of days there with Quinn, I learned my old apartment above the rentboys was almost ready for me to move in. I went to see it.
My footsteps echoed hollowly as I walked through the empty space, reacquainting myself with it. It was filled with the smell of new sheet rock and fresh paint and the sharp bite of varnish on the finished hardwood floors.
I was impressed with the repairs that had been done.
Sweetcheeks leaned against the door frame, pride in his expression. “Wills did this, Vince. He even rewired it so you can have high-speed Internet access.” He leaned close and lowered his voice, as if worried someone would overhear him, even though we were alone. “He even did that for m—for us! You’ve go
