Leo
The yellow Mustang idled smoothly against the curb of Bennett Avenue, its powerful engine hum a low vibration in the freezing morning air. The broad two-way street leading up to the hill had plenty of metered parking all along, on both sides, but Leo couldn’t find a single spot near Kelly’s apartment. It was exactly half past five in the morning. Leo just double parked right in front of the building, risking a 100 dollar fine. Who wants to drive around Upstate Manhattan looking for parking just for pocket change! He put on the Mustang’s hazard and killed the ignition, the sudden silence inside the leather interior pressing down on him like a physical weight. He had arrived a full thirty minutes early, driven by an anxious energy that had kept him restless in bed.
He had not slept a w
