Chapter 68

• It was noon by the time Kelley woke up and got ready for the day. He wandered into his study and sat down behind his desk. The chime from his laptop drew him out of his reverie. He ordered lunch from the kitchen with a request to eat it in his study.
• He didn’t want to speak to anyone right now. He was tired and angry, bitterness filled him up and he’d dreamt of Charles. He dragged a hand over his newly cut short hair, an army cut because he hadn’t had time to go to his usual barber, so he’d just cut it off himself.
• Charles had stood next to his bed, laughing with that fucking hole in his forehead. Kelley felt more exhausted than he had before he’d gone to sleep. He didn’t feel guilty for killing Charles. The man was a sick psychopath.