Chapter 3Emery knew he probably should have made the call to his assistant manager, Griselda, out of the earshot of Matthias. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t.
After they left Charlie’s, Matthias had followed Emery to his apartment on Ocean View Avenue. It was one of those street names that were a bit false. His apartment building was about ten blocks from any real view of the ocean. He supposed if you stood at the end of the cul-de-sac near the building at the highest level you could just make out the ocean in Sutter’s Bay. But Emery couldn’t afford a place with a real view.
“Nice place,” Matthias had murmured when Emery had opened the door to his one-bedroom apartment on the second floor. “I like your little pine tree.”
“More like a pine bush,” Emery admitted.
It was one of those potted
