Chapter 15Spike and I were in Paul’s hospital room. We were hoping to talk to his doctor to find out if there was a time frame for when we could expect to bring him home, but so far no luck.
Almost all the rent boys came to see him, including that asshole, Charlemagne.
Vincent was there too. Because Paul had groused he was desperate for real food, Vince had ordered enough pizza to feed the entire fourth floor to be delivered to Paul’s room, and we’d all gorged ourselves on pepperoni, bacon and pineapple, white, and supreme, which came loaded with everything.
Paul had only been able to eat part of a single slice.
Now, all that was left in the boxes was a few smears of sauce.
Vince’s cell phone rang. “Vincent. Yes?” He grinned and closed his phone. “Matheson is coming up.”
My heart ski
