Chapter 12 A WOLF LIKE ME

— Mishka — I was climbing the fire stairs up to my apartment. I don’t take elevators unless I want to be spotted. Which is never when I go back home. I was tired. This last job had been a mess. The only highlight of my day would be the couple of beers I was about to crack open the moment I’ll step in. I smelled something wrong, before I reached my door. The broken bulbs in the corridor, and the damage on the door, were also excellent clues. I took my time, listened for...