Whirlpool
“Jamie’s voice was filled with disgust.
Braden dumped another piece of glass into the garbage before looking over his shoulder to see Jamie striding into the condo. “Yeah. Seems our painters upped the ante.” Braden pointed to the heap of papers and electronics tangled together on the table. “Sorry to call you away from your work early, but I thought we should start figuring out what we need to do. You want to go through that pile, and the rest of the apartment, to see if there’s anything of yours missing?”
“Ahh, damn it…not my computer.” Jamie dropped into a chair at the table. He held up the broken body of his laptop, the lid swinging by a wire. Pieces of the inner workings slipped out to clatter on the floor.
“Sorry, man. I hope you backed up recently. I’ll totally cover you for the replacement costs, but your data…”
“I’ve got it set to auto backup to the Internet.
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