TWENTY-TWO
By the time Vivian got home she felt as if she was about to crash. Moonlighting as a detective was beginning to take its toll. But as she approached her apartment she saw at once that something was wrong. The door was ajar, as if someone had forced it open. Were they still inside? she wondered. Vivian stood by the door as the fear that began in the pit of her stomach climbed into her throat. She looked around but saw no one.
She was alone. What was she supposed to do now? Wake a neighbor and ask them if they saw anyone? Call the police? No, not the police, she told herself. It would only add to their suspicions. As for the neighbors, they were probably asleep when it happened and would tell her they saw nothing. Break-ins were a common occurrence in the city. Residents shrugge
