CHAPTER TWELVE
Mike banged on the apartment door. It may have been late in the evening, but he didn’t care – not even when the neighbor’s doors opened and their scowling, sleepy faces peered out. He banged again, feeling absolutely sure that someone was inside.
At last he heard a click and after a long pause, the door opened just a crack.
The black girl, Randi’s friend, looked out, eyes a little bloodshot. She’d been sleeping.
“What you want?”
“I’m looking for Randi. Randi Savoy.”
“Sorry, she ain’t here.” She started to turn away.
“Then where is she?” Mike put his hand on the door, using enough force to prevent her from closing it.
Trina jumped back startled, at the same time she came back into her flesh, feeling her sass return. She began to grin in that disarmingly seductive way
