Chapter 29Steve
I scrambled up from the deflated air mattress and snatched up the beach towel that covered it, wrapping it around my waist. The woman on the other deck across the way was shooting an evil glare at me, full of contempt and disgust. She rushed back into her apartment, slammed the door shut, and even yanked her curtains all the way shut.
“b***h!” I muttered under my breath.
God, I was starting to sound more like Adam than me!
After I got back inside, I could hear water running in the shower. I found Adam scrubbing himself so frantically, it looked like he was trying to scour away all of his skin.
“Are you okay?” I asked from the doorway.
The only answer I got was, “Are the cops here yet?”
I gasped. “What?”
I’d never told Adam how often the police “visited” my scummy ne
