Chapter 7
I had a few minutes to think while driving, as the boy played with the radio and stuffed cookies in his face. The condo had been put into my name when we divorced. I’d paid Derrick his share of any expected profit upfront. So now that it was apparently off the market, I was completely liable for whatever the hell loss might be accrued. On the plus side, however, I had a place to live if I didn’t mind a basement full of sewage. I made a mental note to call Ace Super Clean, A.K.A. We Suck, which most of my neighbors called Shit Be Gone, but they did good work. And golly gee, a whole garage full of potential new friends, right? And I suddenly remembered where I’d put all the linens. They were in a couple of boxes in the trunk of my car.