SEVEN

How time flies especially when you’re having (fucking) fun.

The afternoon was giving way for early evening when Thaddeus left the high-rise building, having stopped to question Josh the doorman but their conversation went nowhere as Thad found out it had been his reliever who had seen the kid leave and not himself.  Thaddeus couldn’t spare wanting to return upstairs to wrestle the facts from Hilda again.  He pocketed his pen and notebook as he walked out and headed towards the parking garage for his car.  His mind wandered back to the sex bout he’d enjoyed and he cursed himself for putting work ahead of pussy for once when he could have been enjoying more right now.  Damn this fucking missing kid’s case!  Some people ought to just stay missing or don’t even bother.  He promised himself that once he got done with this case, providing he found the kid alive and not dead in some