“A thousand dollars in cash? And I leave the key on the jamb above the door? I must be nuts.”
To her relief, she’d found no sign of weaponry of any kind. She turned her desk chair to face the room. There was no phone, which was kind of odd, since she’d found no sight or sign of a cell phone. Maybe she hated phones?
It looked like a hideaway or a retreat, not a place where someone lived. A few clothes, enough toiletries and food to make do. Something to read. A pad on the desk had a shopping list started. A few doodles around the words.
“I doodle?” She tilted the pad, studying the doodles. She’d made the words at the top into little quirky people. “Not bad.”
But if she had another residence, wouldn’t her bank statement reflect it? She pulled out several, but the only expenses seemed rel
