Chapter 31: The Lawman“You had lunch with my sleep buddy, is that right?” Buck asked me seven hours later. We ran side by side on the indoor track at Muscle Town’s Gym. Like real physical fitness nuts, we were dressed in Nike shorts, chest-tight tanks, and running shoes. Sweat decorated our chests and thighs, already having run two miles.
I huffed, “We did. It was a nice talk. Zac’s a good guy. I don’t have anything bad to say about him, except he can raise his game when it comes to home repairs. His bathroom is still a shithole at the condo. Plus, he hasn’t done anything since he did his bedroom floor.”
We brought it down to a walk: slowly, still side by side, staying out of the way of other runners on the track.
I checked my pulse. Not bad.
He said, “That bathroom is third-world perf
