Nope. Get inside
As curious as I may be, I duck into the building without turning back. My feet pound on the stairs as I run up to the second floor, my sweaty palm slick on the railing. My apartment door opens with the slightest push.
Shit, I didn’t lock it behind me.
I do so now.
Sushi leaps from his cat tree and sprints from the room, obviously harassed by the commotion.
I mumble something that could be mistaken for an apology.
All I can do is lean against the door, panting.
That was close. Really close. I just wish I knew what I’d been running from.
The balcony.
I cross the living room and pull open the balcony door. I step out and lean over the railing to get a good view of the street below.
The ambulance is still there. The lights bouncing off the brownstones. But the street
