7
Things Start to Get More Complicated
I awoke at the sound of the alarm, and with a craving for cookies that puzzled me until I remembered the marvellous plastic tub and the treasures within. I managed to leave them alone while I got ready to catch the bus to Kortnoz’s place. I didn’t want to spoil a free dinner.
It was dark by the time I arrived. I rang the bell and waited. And waited. Then I knocked and waited some more. Then knocked harder. Sometimes Kortnoz could be vague, and Pace was rattled after the office break-in. Maybe they’d just forgotten, and headed out to get some dinner on their own. I took a piece of paper out of my notebook, wrote a sorry-I-missed-you note, and pushed it through the mail slot. Then I went to get the bus back to my neighbourhood.
I got home to find a
