Mike scrambled eggs on the stove while I stood at the back door staring out the window at the birds building a nest in a tree a few doors down. I could feel his eyes on me now and then, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t ask me if I was okay. I wasn’t, and he knew it.
Asya was my roommate and only friend for several years. Did she know her boyfriend was out to kill me? The thought had been laughable. I didn’t believe Mike at first. Why would Dean go through all of that? Get a rival club to harass me, only for him to kill me himself? Mike tried to explain that if he succeeded, having the harassment coming from somewhere else would take the heat off of him. Besides, why would anyone suspect my roommate's boyfriend?
Even if Dean were involved, I didn’t think Asya would go along with it. Until my p
