On the way home, I told Don about the woman in the park and how someone who sounded a lot like her showed up at Trish's home. Don didn't discount it, but he didn't seem overly concerned either. "Let's not jump to conclusions," he said. "It's probably just as you said—a woman who was interested in Kevin. If she turns up again, then we'll know for sure."
Don insisted on checking the apartment out before he let us in. I was so grateful I didn't even point out that I'd been coming and going from it for days without anyone doing a psycho sweep for me.
Don's cell phone rang just as he gave me the all clear. He pulled it out of his pocket, glanced at his screen, waved at me and stepped back outside, closing the door between us.
Don with a cell phone. The day just kept getting weirder.
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