Chapter Eleven
Fool that he was, he went to Rose’s on Thursday night. She wasn’t there. And even greater fool, he drove to the apartment house. All the windows that should have told him that someone was up there, were dark. Her car was gone. She was gone. For the first time in over ten years, he had no idea where she was. After finding the dishes done, Father Monroe was certain she had meant it as an apology; was certain she’d call. But there was only silence.
He sat in the parking lot looking up at her black windows until headlights flashed across his face, blinding him temporarily. It wasn’t her car and it wasn’t her. But, it was someone who lived in the same building. Hopeful, Gregory scrambled from his car and followed them to the door. “Excuse me?”
“Yes?” She was a thick, heavy se
