Someone was banging the door again. It was too early for that, whatever time it was. Living two lives was really starting to take its toll on Kat. She practically sleepwalked through her shifts. Not that anyone seemed to notice.
The banging stopped, and there was some kind of argument outside. Sounded like Connie was giving grief to someone in Spanish, who was giving as good as they got. Dammit, she was awake now. Kat got up slowly and peeked through the gap in the curtains. It was Carlos, again.
Kat pulled on her jeans and a top. “Hey, I’m trying to get some sleep here,” she said, opening her door. “You guys wanna argue further down?”
“This guy’s sneaking about, bothering you,” said Connie. “We’ve been keeping an eye out after the last one.”
“Thanks, Connie. I really appreciate it. I
