CHAPTER 7
An hour later, just as the clock on her dashboard showed 3:24am, Brooke eased into her parking space. She frowned again at the poor parking of her neighbor. Shaking her head, she hurried through the cold into her apartment building. Making her way quickly up the stairs, though perhaps not as quietly as she should have, she wrestled the door open, hoping to slip into bed without disturbing her roommate.
Inside, the room was brightly lit. Jackie sat on the couch, staring at the door. Her long red hair hung down around her shoulders, and she twirled it around her finger as she gnawed on her lip. “Where have you been?” she demanded.
“Out,” Brooke replied, confused. “Why do you ask?”
“You’re always here,” Jackie insisted. “You never stay out late, especially not this late. I was w
