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Vince had seemed interested in renting the apartment up in the attic, so I climbed the stairs, inserted the key, and pushed the door open.
I’d been up there before, and I’d seen what it looked like at that time. Had I hoped the apartment fairy had arrived since then and repaired all the damage?
I wasn’t that lucky, and I sighed and walked in. The apartment was disgusting.
I had a pen and paper with me, and I began making a list of what needed to be repaired. It turned out to be more extensive than I’d first assumed.
About four inches of scummy water was in the kitchen sink. The bathroom was a disaster area, with both the tub and the toilet backed up.
All the appliances—microwave, stove, dishwasher, and refrigerator—would need to be replaced.
Fortunately, most of the furniture Paul had taken such pleasure in selecting was stored down in the basement, because our tenant had needed the space for her studio.
“Theo?” What was Wills doing here? It was…I checked my watch.