He shouldered open the door after keying in the lock, pulling off his soaked coat and shirt almost immediately. He divested them in a pile on the ground, and the harnesses he hung. Alice suppressed a shudder as a cockroach scuttled across the wall to escape his hand. “Whoa now,” he said softly, drawing his hand back. His voice was weighed with exhaustion. She felt the hair on her arms prick when she spied Cat’s neck, where an old site for hardware integration sat between his

Alice woke in a sticky sweat to the sound of Cat swearing at his computer. The lights were completely off in the apartment and the fans had stopped blowing. Counting tonight, this would have been the third power loss this week. She shuffled into the kitchen, peering into the fridge. It was beginning to give off slightly warm air. Sighing, she tested her theory by smelling the wrapped food on the top shelf. Her lip curled. “Oh man, the rest of this stuff isn’t going to last lo