Chapter 5
Ellis
“You know why he didn’t call,” Ellis said to his reflection in the mirror in the bathroom of his apartment above the gun range. He put toothpaste on his brush. “Would you have called?” He considered. “Well, okay, you would have. But that’s only because you’ve been in profoundly more embarrassing situations than a drink-and-puke. Hogtied and crying. That time with the full-body latex sack and not making it to the bathroom and having to get Chance and Ryuu to pry you out and hose you off in their billion-dollar shower.” He chuckled at the memory. “Yeah. See? That’s why. And all those times, you had to call. Clark always made you. Or hunted you down. Or both.”
Ellis shoved the brush into his mouth and scrubbed his teeth. It was five A.M. on the Monday after the Wednesday of
