Monday, 25/08
01:45
Roman held the Rubrik's cube lightly between his hands, frowning in concentration as he stared past it into the darkness of his living room.
The apartment was quiet, Valerie and Michael asleep. The only thing awake was Roman’s mind and it was loud with thoughts.
Earlier, he’d simply left the house, unable to ask any questions, but now they were roaring through his mind, slamming violently against the walls of his skull until his fingers itched to yank up the phone and call Robert.
Of course, it could all have a very normal explanation. Robert had owned and run his home for Vets for over ten years. He could have gotten those gloves from a contact in their world of charity events. He could have been a part of that Halloween costumes for kids charity five years ago
