Chapter 22: CHAPTER 22 Enemy at the Door

　　~ RIG ~

　　“Yo, Rig. What’s going on? Why weren’t you at the seminar this morning?” Charlie asked from the couch where he and Jack were sprawled playing video games as I walked into the house, very tense, a few minutes later.

　　I wanted to growl, but just shrugged and kept walking towards the kitchen. “Nothing, I just needed to get out.”

　　“You weren’t at lunch either, though,” Jack pointed out.

　　I rubbed my face and walked to the fridge, considering a beer. It was early, but the last glow of sunlight would die in the room soon as the autumn day passed into twilight.

　　“I’m tired. I took a day off.”

　　“Is our fearless leader worried about losing a certain bet?” Mack laughed, appearing from the hallway. “You should be. I’ve been working on Cara. Something’s up with our little pet.”

　　“How the fuck would you know? You didn’t spend the day with her.”

　　“Says who?” Mack grinned.

　　“Says me, who did.”