Chapter 45Steve left the empty on the coffee table and went to the kitchen for another beer. Weird, Dan never came over much. Now he was on his way. Steve wondered what was up.
A cold bottle in his hand from the fridge, he searched through empty potato chip bags, candy wrappers, and ice cream cartons on the counter. “There you are.” He picked up the bottle opener and popped off the top.
Cool suds soothed his throat. An itch brought his free hand to his back, but he couldn’t reach the spot. A drawer slid open. He pulled the tangled utensils to the countertop and selected a long-handled spatula. It did the trick. He got relief between his shoulder blades.
“s**t, what a mess.” Dishes from Chris’s dinner piled in the sink along with three more days’ worth stacked up to the brim. Beer bottle
