Chapter 5
Marc parked his GTO on the street just around the corner from the boarding house where he had a room with a shared bath. He knew he should go put the car in the garage space he’d rented a few blocks down, but that would take more energy than he had left. Desperately needing some food and some quiet time to think, he slipped in the back door, hoping he could make it upstairs without anyone being the wiser.
That didn’t happen.
His landlady, Beatrice Dillick, was seated at the kitchen table, working a crossword puzzle. At the sound of his footsteps, she glanced up and frowned. “Marc, you look exhausted.”
Damn. “Hi, Bea. I’m fine, really.” It wasn’t that he minded his landlady’s hovering—in fact, it kind of reminded him of his mom. And he couldn’t complain about the occasional ex
