Uninvited Guests: Part Two

Forrest Brownstone

It’s almost 3AM when CB finally stumbles through the front door of the Forrest’s brownstone. He still aches from his encounter with Richter. The adrenaline has worn off, leaving him exhausted.

“CB?” Martin is in the living room, sitting in his easy chair, reading a newspaper. He’s still dressed.

“Jesus, Marty…” CB manages a half-rictus grin, then stumbles over to the couch, collapsing into it. “Did you wait up for me?”

Martin shrugs.

CB laughs weakly. “I’m not your kid, you know...