I’d showered, put on clean clothes, and rubbed my hands with sanitiser, but the smell still drifted around me, a smell of rotting food and mould. I slumped into a kitchen chair.
‘I’m knackered,’ I said with a sigh. I wanted to get up and get a beer, but even that seemed too hard.
‘Yeah, me too,’ Leo agreed, walking over to sit opposite me.
‘Her bedroom looked good though. The white paint was a good choice.’ I was really happy with what we had accomplished for Alison.
‘Yeah, but I think you got more paint in your hair and beard than you did on the walls.’ Leo gently reached over to flick my hair.
‘Well, you know, I’m a cop not an interior decorator. Do you want to eat?’ I was famished but didn’t know if I could find the energy to put ingredients together into a meal.
‘Yeah, something
