Chapter 11 - Scrawled Notes
From his perch on the desk, Andrew's eyes tracked him. “Are you drunk?”
Kevin frowned at him. Squinting, he could barely make out the smoke coming from Andrew's cigarette. Andrew took it to his lips on an inhale.
“You know I don't repeat myself.”
“Fuck you,” Kevin spat at him.
Andrew tapped his fingers, some ash falling from his cigarette. “Don't start growing a spine now, Day.”













