It was. âAnd you didnât find that alarming?â
He shrugged. âWe leave it that way. Otherwise . . . I forgot to open it this morning. Almost didnât hear you ringing the bell. Beforeâa couple weeks agoâUPS tried three times and I never heard them. And that was about a computer I was waiting for.â
I braced myself against the couch. Had I misjudged this guy? I had to make him believe I could still kick ass if I had to, but it was taking everything in me to do it. âLook, there are two of us, alone here, and someone hit me.â
âWhy would Iââ
âWhy would anyone?â The bagpipes let up. The sudden lack of noise buffetted my ears.
Why would anyone attack me? Who knew I was here?
Oh, shit!
I couldnât call the cops. I sure couldnât admit this to anyone in my family. In for a lamb, in for mutton stew.
Donât assume, Leo was always telling me. Odds were on Declan Serrano, but Tessaâs roommate was right here. Still, why would he attack me? We were strangers; our only connection was her.
Maybe I wasnât the target at all. âDid anyone ever threaten Tessa?â
âNah. Why would they?â
âPeople get threatened.â
âYeah, but like dealers or pimps or smugglers.â
âThere are stalkers.
He laughed, actually laughed. âListen, no oneâs going to go after Tessa. Guys arenât fighting over her; they donât know sheâs there. She could be hot, but, trust me, sheâs not. Makes no effort.â
I was having trouble listening. Iâd started feeling queasy.
â She doesnât get out enough to piss anyone off. Like, her cell never rings. Living with her is the closest thing to living alone. Days go by without me even seeing her.â
I let myself slump onto the couch proper and lean, thankfully, against the back. âDid she say anything about the guy she worked for?â
âWe donât talk much.â
âYou live together.â
He glanced at the room. âNot really. I mean we both have to live here, so we do. Weâre polite. But shoot the breeze? No. There are times Iâve passed her on the street and she hasnât bothered to say hello. Why should she? Weâre both in the kitchen here and we donât say hello.â
I was watching for signs of unease or one of those odd tics liars have, but there was something else in his manner. âYou donât talk much. Talk some, though, right? She said something a bit odd, right? Maybe a guy less perceptive wouldâve missed it, but it made you what? Suspicious? Uneasy?â
âDonât fucking patronize me, like not keeping my eye on her means thereâs something wrong with me.â He flung the rest of his sandwich toward a trash can, watched it wobble on the edge and fall to the floor.
âCome on!â I pressed harder. âThere was.â
âOkay, yeah. She called me.â
âShe had your cell number?â
âAnd I had hers. You know, like just in case. Like I could check to see if sheâd be home when the UPS guy came. I mean, even with the door open they donât go sticking boxes inside. A couple times I ordered a pizza on the way home and needed her to pay for it.â
âConvenient for you.â
âThatâs what my girlfriend said. And yeah, itâs true. But I paid her back and she didnât complain.â
âBut once she did call you.â
âYeah, and it was odd in itself. Itâs the only time.â
âWhen was that?â
âThree days ago. She called. I didnât pick up. I was at my girlfriendâs and I forgot the phone. So I didnât check messages until I got back here.â
âWhatâd she say?â
âNothing. I mean, nothing that mattered. âCall me.â Something like that. But hereâs the odd thing. She didnât use her own phone. I didnât recognize the number and
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