The front door opened and closed and the echo of a heavy case being dropped on the tile sounded loud in the quiet house. Peter pulled his tie loose with a muttered oath and dropped his car keys in the dish on the small foyer table. He was tired of working in a dead-end job for little pay and even less gratification.
“Why can't they just declare the b***h dead,” he muttered under his breath. “At least then I could get out of this s**t hole and live a decent life.”
He walked into the living room, switching on one of the small table lamps with one hand while he unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt with the other. All he wanted was a stiff drink and to see if anything new had been discovered in the last forty-five minutes since he checked the Internet for updates on the case. A strangled
