A Visitor After Sunset
Her car was gone. She hadn’t driven in a long time. For the past several weeks, it had only moved infrequently when others drove it. But it was never gone at this time of the day, when the sun had set, and it was past the end of the day. Her apartment appeared dark. He sat out in his car for forty-five minutes waiting for any kind of activity in the apartment. Then he got out of his car. He carefully adjusted the dark hat covering his artificial salt and pepper hair before approaching the door and opening it. He let himself in like it was his own place. He walked through the small space carefully and looked around in the dark. Nothing was boxed up. Her belongings were still in place. The place even smelled of food that was cooked earlier in the day. When he walked closer to the kit
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