5:04 p.m.
And Vice is still in his apartment.
For my part, I sit at my favorite table by the window of Big Apple Coffee. My hands tremble from the combination of not enough sleep and too much caffeine. And I’ve been watching Vice’s apartment for the last eight hours straight. One question overtakes my thoughts.
What’s Vice doing, exactly?
What’s Vice doing, exactly?Although Vice keeps the window blinds drawn, I can still make out silhouettes. Based on the erratic light patterns, Vice is probably watching movies.
Until he isn’t.
Every so often, strange shadows appear on the blinds. Based on the patterns, it looks as if Vice’s waltzing with a massive octopus… or making shadow puppets with kitchen utensils. Talk about strange. I’ve been staking out buildings for seven years. This is a f
