Chapter 12

Mike’s voice ushered Nick into his house. He looked back at the door to be sure it was his house and not Mike’s. A frown settled on his face. How did he get in?

He walked into his sunken sitting room, a large space with beige-colored cushions at the center, large posters on the wall, grey blinds, and a wall of glass befitting his affluence. He saw Mike raising a glass to his lips. He was speaking to someone, certainly a woman, on the phone, and he sounded gloomy.

The room was too simple yet spacious for a popular, wealthy BirdF owner. His household staff would usually stay in till weekends, but he had given them all a week off. The season was almost coming to an end. This made him wonder how Mike got in.

Two tall seats faced the end of the room, which was certainly the bar. The center table was all glass and a wooden texture mixed with ceramics. The sta