Chapter 12 A WOLF LIKE ME

— Mishka —

I was climbing the fire stairs up to my apartment. I don’t take elevators unless I want to be spotted. Which is never when I go back home.

I was tired.

This last job had been a mess.

The only highlight of my day would be the couple of beers I was about to crack open the moment I’ll step in.

I smelled something wrong, before I reached my door.

The broken bulbs in the corridor, and the damage on the door, were also excellent...