Blair’s hands extended in an expression of perplexity, as if to implore the intruder for more.
The man gave a grimace and looked toward his own apartment, which he now seemed too long for.
“A guy named Darren lived there. I remember him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, around forty or something. Thing was, no one knew what was going on. He was seeing this chick who was going through a divorce at the time. The jealous soon-to-be ex-husband paid them both a visit. Caught them in the act inside and shot them both, then himself.”
Blair’s mouth dropped unbelievably while Tamara, with an overwhelmed expression on her own face, started to back away and broke into an open run for her car.
“Craziest thing I ever lived through,” the man said as he turned and walked away. “I remember the night
