Chapter 22

Spade stepped out of the bathroom, wet and dripping with water, with a towel hanging low on his waist, barely holding on around his waist

He stopped in front of his closet mirror, the door of the walk in closet served two purposes, a door and also a humongous mirror, full length.

He looked at himself, seeing his hair dripping with water down his face and chest, he peeled off the towel from around his waist and used it to dry his hair, soaking off the excess water from it, before flinging the towel on the bed

He opened his closet and walked in, the lights automatically came on the minute he stepped in, dim yellow light.

On the right side of the closet were rows and rows of different colors of suit, blue, black, red, maroon, but mostly black as that was the color of his life.

On the same hanger space were rows of ties of different colors, from stripped to just plain.

Neatly folded on the left side of the closet were his trouser and white buttoned up shirts, one for each suit. Neatly ar