Downtown Turtle Bay Reef
Shell Street
Turtle Bay Reef Apartments
Apartment 3-B
October 3, 20—
11:02 P.M.
I was not alone that night in my apartment, I realized. The door to the apartment squeaked open, and there were footsteps on the living room floor and breathing inside my bedroom. I saw Matthew’s looming shadow at the base of my bed, over my feet. His breathing was soft and smooth, and his figure was unmoving. The Mormon’s smell was familiar. A mix of his heavy sweat and peppermint breath told me who he was.
“Matthew, you came.”
“I did. Were you expecting me?” A looming sneer folded over his handsome face, which I thought disturbing.
“I was. You’re a little late.” I leaned to my right and flicked on a Tiffany lamp, which rested on an oval nightstand. Seconds passed, and the roo
