Men Of London 02 - Sight And Sinners - Plot & Excerpts
He blinked sleepily and sat up in bed, the sheets falling to his waist. The house was still; outside he heard the distant sounds of children playing. He swung his legs from the bed and sat there, rubbing his eyes. He picked up his phone and squinted at the display. Eight a.m. Christ, he’d slept in for a change. Normally at between five and six-thirty without fail he’d be waking up and padding through to the kitchen to make his first cup of black coffee. He stood, stretched, yawned, pulled on a pair of old sleeping shorts and went in search of Taylor. He hoped he was still here and hadn’t slipped out like a thief in the night. He was disappointed. The house was empty of another human presence. Draven swore. “Fuck. That little bastard.” His pique at last night’s date and sex partner running out on him caused him to storm into the kitchen and grab for the kettle. He frowned. The kettle was still hot, which meant Taylor couldn’t have left all that long ago.
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