Chapter 50

Carrying his warmed plate in one hand, a cola in the other, and his checkbook beneath his arm, he settled at the kitchen table, turning on the gentle reading lamp above his shoulder. He shoved the food in his mouth, chewing mechanically as he poured over the figures, checking, double-checking, and cross-checking all of his accounts. His men expected to be paid the next day. He had a major account closing the next day as well. He’d also have to pay the notes on all his equipment within the week.

Daniel finally closed the book long after his plate had been emptied. He went about his nightly tasks on autopilot, putting together his breakfast and lunch, laying out his clothes, and showering.

He paused at Rebecca’s door before turning into bed, soothed by the sound of her breathing. “Goodnight, Becky girl,” he murmured. She didn’t stir.

Daniel collapsed into bed besides Carol, remembering to set the clock before his eyes slammed shut.

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