The final load was the three palletes and Charlie didn't bother to take those upstairs but propped them out in the alleyway to take them home and chop them up. they would burn well with the kind of mellow glow that set off Deacon's sweat soaked muscles tp perfection. All he needed was a quiet night at home with nia sound asleep and he'd try to arrange a little treat for himself.
"Thanks," he said, returning to urquhart with a secret little smile. "May I buy you some coffee as a thank you?"