NINETY

Wild Cards

Jarrod opened the door widely and moved to the side so Hayden would walk pass. He had a huge grin on his face, as though he was genuinely happy to see Hayden. The women removed their coats and dumped it on the armrest of a couch, revealing the exposed attire they wore underneath. It was a nice, little room. It had a fireplace that burned in low flames. The chairs were worn and had some tear, but they looked comfortable. Most of all, it was untidy. There were empty bottles of alcohol strewn around the room, filled ashtrays and dirty plates and cups all over. Jarrod must have been reusing all his utensils without thinking of washing them.

“Nice place,” Hayden commented lightly as he threw himself on one of the worn chairs. “Must have cost you quite a fortune to get it.”

Jarrod grinned as he took off his own coat. “You know it didn’t cost me anything to get it, Hayden. If you want answers, you should know that the nice old couples who lived here deemed me dangerous when