CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Four years ago …
I peered through the mail slot of the front door to my apartment for what felt like the hundredth time this morning, but still did not see anyone in the hallway outside.
“Noah, you’ve got to relax,” said Simon, who was curled up on his bed on the floor. “Looking out the mail slot a million times isn’t going to make the mailman or your payment come any faster. It’s just going to make you look weird.”
Tearing my gaze away from the mail slot, I turned around to face Simon and said, “I know, but this is my first check for completing my first case. I didn’t realize just how excited I would be until Jonathan told me he would mail me my check in a week.”
“And there’s another thing,” Simon said. “He said in a week. What if it doesn’t come today? What if it co
