Chapter 305 Fifty Thousand Dollars

• The stairs creaked under his weight. He climbed slowly, breathing through his mouth. Below, the party went on—somebody laughing too hard in the kitchen. Nobody looked up. Nobody was going to.
• The box room was dark except for the streetlight through a gap in the curtain. Kate lay on top of the covers, one arm flung out, her boots still on.
• Krast shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed. The frame groaned. He put his hand on her leg.