Chapter 8
When Darren returned to his small, efficiency apartment, he found a plain white envelope on the floor at the door. He didn’t need to open it to know what it said. He left it on the table and peeled the borrowed clothes from his body, dropping the garments behind him as he went to shower. After he showered, he changed to his own clothes, delighting in everything from the worn feel of the material to the smell of his preferred laundry detergent. He packed two large bags with clothes and essential items that he didn’t want to live without, including his favorite weapons, then made himself two hamburgers and a big pot of rice. He chased his meal with two beers, then put on his most comfortable pair of shoes. He ignored the white envelope until it was time to walk out the door again.
