By the time I got to Mace’s apartment building, where I had lived with him before the move, darkness was falling. The time of year meant the light went away sooner, and as I parked, I made sure to see if Mace’s car was in his assigned space. It was.
I wondered if I should have warned him I was on my way, but then he would have guessed something was up, and well, I didn’t know if that was the wisest way to go. Anyway I went at this, it would be difficult.
I went up the outside stairs to his unit and hesitated at the door. Should I knock or try my key? Since Mace was a cop and not expecting me, just bursting in was probably not a good idea.
I knocked.
After a few minutes, Mace opened the door, wearing only his jeans, and his hair stood on end. And then I got it. The reason why.
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