Chapter Nineteen
He twirled the keys around his finger. The metal clang as
the keys hit his palm was music to his ears. Twirling them again, he walked up
the steps two at a time. God, he loved the anticipation. She wanted him. It was
why he had her keys, wasn’t it? A casual look down the hall and then back at
the number on the first jagged edge sent him in to the left.
Apartment number 103.
He didn’t want to ruin the surprise, so he slowly,
deliberately, slid the key in quietly. Someone passed him in the hall, so he
stopped and leaned against the door, hiding his face. A screaming kid followed
his mom as she shouted something at him in Spanish. Twisting the handle, he
pushed it with his shoulder, pocketed the keys, and slid past the barely open
door.
The bright pink of a neon
