I banged on Guff’s door for five minutes straight—no answer. I’d sent the man texts, tried calling him a few times, but still…nothing. Either he was being obstinate, or something bad had happened. Hell, he might have even left town by now, which would make the most sense.
I stood there for a moment, trying to decide whether I would be forgiven for breaking and entering. I had a good reason, didn’t I? Potential f**k buddy with wicked older sister who was trying to kill him, and had just been attacked two nights before by four men. Good enough for me.
Taking out my lock picks, I got to work. Seconds later, I was inside Guff’s apartment and winced at the sight of the broken furniture he’d stacked to the side. The table and chairs he’d taken from my storage room were in the kitchen, but noth
