GABRIEL

Clive Peterson, a longtime friend and one of my clients, was the one wanting my services. For free this time. Like a charity thing. So I had to meet him at his house. I didn’t like where we were going to meet. It was originally scheduled for his downtown office, but shortly after my shift ended, I received a text telling me to meet him at his home.

“Gabriel!”

In shorts and a t-shirt, Clive showed up to greet me in the entrance of his property. He didn’t appear to be going about his business as usual; instead, he appeared to be on holiday.

Feeling overdressed in my suit,...