Chapter 120 Roxanne: Rising High

• Alex Van Dyke was still in a stupor when he heard one of his friends come into his bedroom. The big man sat up slowly, rubbing his hand over his face grimly. The sharp rasp of a beard reminded him that he had not shaved for days.
• Sighing, he turned and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. A gaunt faced, grey bearded face stared back at him, bags beneath his eyes.
• His expression, his slouched posture signalled defeat.