“Keep the change.” He should have phoned Sandy to let her know he’d returned early, but he needed some time to decompress before he saw her. Killing an unarmed man tended to make him itchy. He hefted his pack over his shoulder and headed for the elevator. Scott would understand, even be angry at not being able to watch Garcia’s eyes glaze as the life drained from him, but would Sandy? Would she understand that sometimes death was the only way to mete justice? He was still pondering that as he got off the elevator and headed down the corridor. After unlocking the door, he stepped inside, the smell of fresh paint hitting him first. “Sonofabitch.” While Scott had mentioned Sandy had cleaned the place up, the asshole hadn’t told him that cleaning included painting the walls. He opened the door again to verify he’d entered the right apartment. Yup. It was his unit, but now the stark beige walls were hunter green on two walls, a fresh coat of some almost-white color, bone or eggshell or some fancy name women loved, covered the others.
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