Chapter 30: The Hand That Took Him.Vincent Virenson.

The night tasted of whiskey and regret.

I didn’t even know how long Daigo had been talking before I realized the glass in my hand was empty. The amber liquid was gone, but the guilt still burned down my throat like acid.

My semi-large apartment looked like it always did — half-tidy, half-lost. Clothes were thrown across the couch, and an old guitar leaned against the wall like it had given up on me years ago. The TV hummed in the ...