At 4 o'clock, Sarah closed up the place and headed home. On the way, she stopped at the grocery store and did her shopping for the next couple of days, and then she headed to her apartment to cook dinner.
Ten minutes after she walked in, the phone rang. She picked it up with one hand and tucked it under her chin while she continued to chop tomatoes. "This is Sarah Miller."
For a second she could not hear anything, then she became aware of breathing. Not heavy breathing; just the usual kind.
"Can I help you?" Sarah added. Maybe he or she had not heard her the first time. Sometimes there is a second or two of lag time on cell phones.
After a pause, a muffled voice whispered, "Look out of the window."
"I beg your pardon?" Sarah said.
Was this some sort of joke? Sarah did not recognize t
