Chapter Fourteen
I’ve been in a daze for a week since my night out with the ponies and their master. My thoughts have taken me to a wide range of places, and I can sense an increasing energy bottled in me. I wonder if the scene on the 10th floor paddock is all that Henry has to offer. Is that what he was trying to communicate to me? I could ask, but I’m not in the mood to seek my answers from Henry, or anyone else.
Listen to yourself.
Joseph’s notes haunt me. Everyone was accurate to a fault. I play them in my head—not incessantly, but they come to me in the middle of dreams, while I’m pulling clothes out of the dryer in the basement laundry, or even when I’m on the street pedaling my way to another client, holding the important contents of their business deals, or maybe just a turkey c
