Chapter 7
I watched the three on the clock across the room change to a four, then a five, then a six, as the minutes ticked slowly away. By the time the one became a two on the hour side, Archie had been asleep about forty-five minutes, with his head on my elbow. How the hell that was comfortable, I would never know. Though it went against everything I was thinking, even if not what I was feeling, though I wondered if it might be wiser to get up and sneak out—go home—I couldn’t leave Archie. We’d been inseparable at one time, and apart from one another for long periods, as well. Looking at Archie’s serene, handsome face, seeing the man he’d become, I also saw a bit of the little boy from when we’d first met.
Even as I tried to concentrate on the case I was about to dive into head first c
