Friday, August 30th

Patrick sold his phone and his leather jacket. The money was enough to get him through a few more days, but then it was gone. He hadn't paid the bills, and he knew they'd turn everything off in a couple of weeks. He didn't care.

Michael didn't come back, and no one sent him a memo, so he didn't know what their meeting had been about. He didn't care about that, either. They were just wasting time until the Executioners came. When they knocked on his ...