Chapter 12
The following morning began with another round of s*x—slower than the night before but equally as passionate. Then they ate breakfast, which Spence prepared because, as he told Gregg, “It’s my turn to cook while you relax and watch.”
Afterward, being men with things that they had to do to keep their respective roofs over their heads, they dressed and Spence left.
He picked up the Gazette, the paper Gregg wrote for, on the way home. The story about Lehmann’s arrest was below the fold on the front page. “Of course. Politics trumps everything else,” he muttered, with a shake of his head. Gregg’s full column about Jeff’s murder was the main story in the second section. Spence devoured it, reliving everything that had happened. It was cathartic and when he finished he felt a sense
