Chapter 187: Side Story
Chapter 187. Calamity (2)
Stepping into the house, Liam and I encountered a space full of signs of life.
‘Signs of life’ was a polite way of putting it—honestly, it was ‘messy.’ Piled-up dirty dishes, a laundry basket full of musty men’s clothes, and a dry cake that had been left out who knows how long.
“Damn it, Bradley.”
O’Brien muttered, trudging over to shove the cake straight into the trash. She explained with reddened ears:
“…It’s not usually this dirty. Today’s Bradley’s cleaning day, but that fellow must be passed out sleeping somewhere again.”
“Not sleeping. I was working.”
A heavily accented voice called from the bathroom.
A moment later, the door opened and a man wearing rubber gloves and holding a smiley-faced scouring pad peeked out. He had long hair falling past his shoulders, a thick beard, and impressive thick-rimmed glasses. He looked at Liam and me standing in the doorway, bobbing his head like a rooster jutting its chin.