Seventeen
HELEN TOLD ME NOT TO worry.
She told me she could take care of herself.
So, what am I doing in my car outside of her apartment?
Well, since Helen wouldn’t listen to reason and stay at the Rectory for her own protection, I decided to just keep an eye on her.
All night.
Hey, it’s better than laying in bed not sleeping.
But I’m prepared. I have a large double shot from The Perfect Cup and my phone has a full charge. I loaded the latest Louise Penny novel before I left the Rectory. I should be good for the entire evening.
I also brought a weapon.
OK, so it’s not so much a weapon as a long stick. Specifically, a shepherd’s staff from the great Nativity disaster of last Christmas.
I used it to fend off the alpaca.
I hope it will do better against a psychotic serial killer.
