Chapter 11
Sean sat there for what seemed like hours, upright in his recliner and staring into the dancing flames inside the opened cast iron stove across his living room. He didn’t remember turning his television on, yet there it was, alive in the corner of the room with its volume turned down all the way. He paid it little attention. Though his body was idle, blood raced quickly through his veins and muddled thoughts bounced off the inside of his head like numbered balls in a lottery machine.
He had stopped back at GSL on his way back to town, but Jessica had already left for the night. He’d asked the receptionist for Jessica’s phone number, and then her home address, but both were met with authoritative lectures about the company’s privacy policy. All he could get was a last name, and
