Chapter 21
Sunday had been lined up to be quiet. Darren liked quiet. Work had been hectic lately (everyone who was anyone was stabbing people these days, it seemed) and now that he was finally feeling normal instead of drifting inside his own skin, he wanted some bloody quiet. Just a break from it all. And it started off fine—sleeping in until half ten, getting a fry-up and a rare coffee with his pill, settling on the sofa with Rachel’s purring cat and watching TV while Jayden finished off something for work. They sat in silence—between them, anyway—but a comfortable one.
It probably would have been a good morning, if not for…well. The doorbell at noon, and Jayden—in the middle of getting ready to go food shopping by then—calling for Darren to get it, and Darren opening it and…
“Hello,
