Callan

I heard the ding of the elevator but I wasn't expecting any guess so I grabbed my gun out of my waistband and would have pointed it if I didn't see Angelo's dumb face.

“Since when do you come unannounced?” I scowled at him. This isn't a fucking hotel, this is my home.

“Well, you weren't answering your phone.” He pointed out.

“Yes, take a hint.” I turned back to my fridge and grabbed the water bottle I was looking for.

“Callan, what the fuck happened to this house?” He looked around at the few pieces of evidence that still show it was recently half destroyed. 

I had the...