Chapter 53: No sleep for the Wicked

Blake

Profound sadness hit me from all corners. I was seated in my crib with a bottle of whiskey, the address Stewart gave to me on the table. His last words were still ringing in my head. Who were the people he was asking me to make them pay and how did he want me to make them do it? It was both confusing and scary.

Why couldn't he give the information to his fellow detectives? The fact that he gave it to me confirmed my fears that perhaps his death had something to do with the evidence that I gave him. Which meant....

"Am screwed!" I screamed smashing the glass on the wall.

The house became too hot and I got rid of my coat, and went outside to grab a lungful of fresh air and hopefully watch some stars. In the course of my life I had lost a lot of people but none of them made me feel that empty and sad like John although we had not gotten to that level of deep friendship he was my ticket to freedom, as long as Gerald was rotting somewhere behind bars and Bailey spen