Chapter Ten
Peter
Peter had fallen asleep with a messy appearance on his bed in a small but extremely crowded room because all the rooms in the house were empty and the items were packed in boxes and Peter had fallen asleep with his outdoor clothes; when he opened his eyes, he looked around the crowded room with disgust.
Peter Miller thought about the events that had happened to him yesterday; he only remembered that he had been fired; he was complicatedly both happy and sad, happy because he hated this job. He was sad because this hateful job was a reason for his connection to this futile life.
Then he sat on the bed with difficulty and said angrily under his breath: "Who were you, you damn old man? You bothered me two days ago too."
Peter, while taking a gun out of the first drawer next to the bed, got up from his place and went to a window that had its curtain drawn and pushed the curtain back with his hand.
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The telephone booth
Mystery / ThrillerMartin's ex-wife shot him because of the past events and Martin was still thinking about who made this fate for him; Beatrice, Scott or Josh?
