CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A deep burnt umber sky covered the city. The morning began as any other. The garbage men had already been on their rounds early, leaving the streets clear for the usual mayhem to ensue.
Steel had stayed with Helen until the early hours before heading home. She had been in no fit state to be alone. He had been out of the door before the sun had broken over the horizon.
He entered his apartment and locked the door. The whole place was bathed in a blazing orange with the light of the morning sun. He hadn’t really slept, but then he never did. Watching over Helen had been a welcome change to his usual round of nightmares. He stripped off his shirt and headed for the shower. The twelve o’clock shadow had grown darker on his chiselled jaw.
The British detective ran the showe
