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Brow furrowing at the man’s request, Robert poked his head out, looked up and down the hallway, and then stepped back. He ushered the man in with a gesture of the hand, hoping he’d close the door behind him, and then pressed the notebook up against the wall. He jotted down three words and then held it out for Thom to read.
‘What’s the job?’
His writing was large so as to be easy to read, and also rather neat and careful.
‘Tomorrow’ sounded fairly urgent, and Robert thought it would be unlikely Fredrick would return in time, or if he did, return sober enough to be useful. Robert would have to begrudgingly clean himself up and head out to his partner’s usual haunts in search of him immediately. If he managed to get him home and fed soon, Fredrick would likely be presentable by the morning.
‘What’s the job?’
His writing was large so as to be easy to read, and also rather neat and careful.
‘Tomorrow’ sounded fairly urgent, and Robert thought it would be unlikely Fredrick would return in time, or if he did, return sober enough to be useful. Robert would have to begrudgingly clean himself up and head out to his partner’s usual haunts in search of him immediately. If he managed to get him home and fed soon, Fredrick would likely be presentable by the morning.