#Chapter 12 - Feel Jealous

Abby A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street. I’ve been waiting to hear from Karl, but he hasn’t called yet. I need to know if my restaurant can open tonight, so I can get started on everything. The more time that passes, the more tense I become. I spent the past fifteen minutes staring at the phone, but like a watched pot, staring at it just made it less likely to ever ring. My door buzzes, shocking me from my stupor. I cross the bright space and down a narrow hall to the door. I press the button and lean in close. “Hello?” “Abby, it’s Karl. Mind if I come up?” I don’t answer for a moment. I didn’t exactly tell him where I live, but I guess I didn’t have to. With all those investigators working for him, I’m sure he knows