"Beg pardon?" I asked, turning back around to face the man with the stone cold expression. I felt my insides do flips at this one sentence. The feelings I felt in that moment were the very definition of uneasy.
"Your neighbor, Ethan Johnson, is it?" He asked, but I knew he was already positive, he didn't need confirmation, "Mr. Johnson is a peculiar man, I would watch out for him if I was you."
"I'm not understanding." I stated, my eyes probably the size of golf balls as my heart beat erratically in my chest. How did he know that Ethan was my neighbor? How did he even know his name?!
"Not surprising." He rolled his eyes, "You're dismissed." He averted his gaze back down to the newspaper in front of him, it held some story about the murder that happened downtown yesterday.
Two men aroun
