~MAXIMUS II~
“Well, well, well” herald tsks as i push past him into his new apartment. “You certainly look like s**t. And is that hotel soap i smell on you? Or did you finally decide to shower in a gym locker room?
Ignoring him, i glance around the living room at the table and the boring decor. “You got any smoke in here? A tobacco or—“
“Hang on, I heard what happened. Is your daughter alright?”
“She is.” I answer, absentmindedly searching for a lighter for the cigar I just picked off the table.
“Your wife called yesterday, much to my surprise because we’re not close as you know. She went on and on about how it’s all my fault. Apparently, I’m the devil for introducing you to Ava Vance. She says Ava tried to kill your child and…” he shrugs, coming to sit next to me. But i’m raging insi
