"Might just," Badd reluctantly agreed, as much as the situation rankled him. Kay was happy, that was what mattered...though this man clearly wasn't here for a social call. He stepped back and let the pair into Byrne's home.
Like most homes on the station it was space-efficient, with light sliding doors with false wood veneers separating the rooms. The front room had a semicircle sofa against the wall facing the TV. Badd was not a neat man in anything he considered unimportant, and his coat was draped carelessly over the sofa next to his work bag and a large bag of chips.
By the back wall, tucked away between two shelves, was a small shrine. A picture of Byrne rested between a pair of incense burners, next to a photo of his wife. A small bowl of rice and an orange sat in front of them.
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Like most homes on the station it was space-efficient, with light sliding doors with false wood veneers separating the rooms. The front room had a semicircle sofa against the wall facing the TV. Badd was not a neat man in anything he considered unimportant, and his coat was draped carelessly over the sofa next to his work bag and a large bag of chips.
By the back wall, tucked away between two shelves, was a small shrine. A picture of Byrne rested between a pair of incense burners, next to a photo of his wife. A small bowl of rice and an orange sat in front of them.