Chapter 12 Please Stay

• "What the---“ Rickard sat up and cursed. He had dozed off on the sofa in front of the TV which was on mute. The phone was vibrating its way to hell on the coffee table. He reached forward, pushing aside cartons of Chinese food and beer bottles.
• He looked at the number but didn't recognize the number. He decided not to answer but on second thought swiped the green icon.
• "Clark here," He said in a deadpan voice. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly 11.30 p.m.