CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXJessica
The knock at the door had to be Cyn. I grabbed the serrated
knife and opened the door with the chain in place.
“I bring breakfast.” Cyn’s cheery greeting could be heard on
the next floor.
I unlocked the chain and opened the door. Cyn entered with a
paper bag. “These cinnamon rolls look absolutely sinful,” she said. “Better be
hungry or I’ll gain a ton eating them.” She moved to the small desk and pulled
coffee cups and pastry from the bag.
“Cyn?” Her false bonhomie was wearisome. “How did you know
about my hat?”
Cyn hesitated a fraction of a second. “It was on the news.”
“Which channel?”
“I’m not sure. CNN, maybe.”
“And why did you follow me here again?”
Cyn turned toward me, looking put out. “Why all the questions?”
“They’re easy ones. Or should b
