The possibility, he concluded, was slim. It was 2:30 in the morning and her eyes had been glazed over since the beginning of her shift. Convinced, he had remained unseen, he put his foot on the accelerator and continued down the road humming to the sound of Zeppelin blaring from the radio.
By the time she was back in sight, however, he had grown weary. He had simply followed her to her apartment complex; a place she had mentioned in passing conversation before. The vision of her on her cell phone, however, burned throughout his mind. She had made a phone call to someone, perhaps as a warning, and he wanted to know who she was warning. But as he sat curiously, he grew frustrated as she methodically juggled her keys to lock the truck that was clearly going to fall apart. "Come on, give me something Sweetheart", he muttered as he slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Just one thing."
Once again, she took out her cellphone. Upon quick glance she proceeded up the staircase. Patience, not one of his finer virtues, depleted as she took each step. And just as he was about to turn his vehicle around, he found the answer he was looking for.
The secret lies behind closed doors... |
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