Chapter 20The door to the basement apartment opened, and Gavin looked towards the staircase. The footsteps he heard bore a familiar weight, but he could not trust his ears. What he smelled on the air, however, couldn’t be a lie. Vicky’s scent. He’d recognize it anywhere. And yet, the more he focused and scented, the stranger it seemed. A nuance in it had changed, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Vicky,” he called out, rising from the couch he’d sprawled out again. Her scent had disappeared outside of her parents’ house beneath the exhaust of a car, and he knew she’d taken off. On wheels she could have gone anywhere, and still he had searched after dumping Jessica back in Leroux territory. Exhausted, he had returned to his apartment to collect his thoughts and rest his bones fo
