Sheriff PorterChapter 80
I got back to the barge at 8AM. Wilson wasn't awake at the time, so I made coffee. Then I went to the deck above his bedroom. I knew that I was walking around on his ceiling, but I made no effort to be quiet. I had been awake for two hours and he could damn well get his ass out of bed. I don't think one can giggle mentally, but I did something akin to it at the thought of stomping around on his ceiling. "Alright Sylvia, you woke me, are you happy now?" he asked. "If you go put some...