He crammed the bills into his wallet and stuffed the baggie into the opposite pocket from the socks. He made a fist and placed it against his forehead, pacing the room in small circles. “Dammit! Why’d you make me do it? Why’d you make me do it again? I mean—” He stopped pacing and pointed a finger at the corpse. “All you had to do was take your payment—what you were worth—and go on your way in the morning.” He retracted his finger and paced again. “But, no. You had to walk your greedy f*****g fingers into my wallet and take what you hadn’t earned. And … And … And! I even shared my coke with you! And this is the thanks I get?”
Stepp stopped pacing and placed his forehead into his open hand. “Jesus! Is it that f*****g hard?”
He stumbled and grabbed the corner of the dresser to steady himse
