Book 5 Chapter 2
Chapter 2 NOAH It’s only irony that the interior of my apartment now looks like the inside of one of my favorite novels. The Shining only wished that it witnessed this type of bloodshed. The luxury loft I keep in Midtown like the site of a m******e, and I rip through the wreckage like a tornado with a purpose. Magazines and papers are strewn at the foot of my black Grand Piano, a slew of pages crumbled across the hardwood. The plush Ottomans are knocked aside and anything that isn’t affixed to the ground is upended, as I flip, rustle and rummage through the entire apartment in search of that damned watch. Where the hell did I put it? Where the hell would any sane person put a half a million dollar watch? Fuck, if I only were sane… My eyes scan the expanse of both levels in search
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