C42 Chapter 42

“For Christ’s sake, what do you want now?!” I groan, taking off my fur coat and putting it back in my walk-in closet.

“Someone spilled something in the kitchen and I wanted to know where to find a mop.”

That’s a lie; I know it is, because there’s a mop in the kitchen, literally leaning against the wall behind the door.

“There’s a mop in the kitchen behind the door