Chapter Eleven
Tommy rewound the tape and slumped in the chair. She stared at the yellow page with blue lines. She hadn’t written a word and the empty sheet seemed to stare back; mocking her. I’m no good at this analytical stuff, she thought. Better with a damned gun. Just give me something to shoot at. Just then the door knob turned. There was a thump that shook the frame and a scramble. She heard a faint F-word from behind the wood panel. Hell. I forgot the lock. Benj had walked straight into the closed door.
Tommy jumped to her feet and in two brisk strides, was pulling the door back. “Why’d you lock the door?” Benj was clearly annoyed, holding his nose. But then he got an eyeful of Tommy’s dress. “Whoa doll! You got a date later?”
Tommy smiled. “Something like that,” she said.
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