Joel pinched himself to stay awake on the murder stakeout. A fifth body was found, and the detective unit was under pressure to solve the crimes. A lot of people put in a large amount of overtime.
Joel kept wondering why London dropped from Joel’s life, ignoring calls and texts except for the singular response of Obviously we’re not a long-term match. Good luck with your plans. Joel had a lot of plans that London’s disappearance kept Joel from sharing. He called, left messages, and texted again, feeling like the Earth was yanked from under his feet. He wrote a card and left it on his door.
London, PLEASE can we talk? I don’t know why you’re upset. I love you, Joel.
Maurie grumbled as he slapped himself awake at two A.M. “How long was I out?” He used the steering wheel to pull himself up
