Chapter 7

Del got up and left his cell behind. He sipped at his water as he meandered over to the kitchen. It was the only part of the old house he’d actually properly renovated when he moved about a year ago. There were all sorts of kitchen gadgets around, from a pressure cooker to a sous vide immersion circulator to a tabletop BBQ smoker in the corner of the counter.

There was a whole pantry full of other things, anything he could want while trying to write his fucking impossible cookbook.

That reminded him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” He went to the plate of sashimi and saw the cucumber in the salad had started to weep and now the tuna sat in a puddle. “For fuck’s sake!”

He grabbed the plate and scraped everything into the trash. Then he cleaned the counters, and took the most delicate items he needed to handwash to the sink.