Chapter 5
The following morning, Mark awoke to sunshine. A quick check of the weather on the morning news told him while it might be sunny; the temperature was still going to stay below freezing. He dressed accordingly, in jeans, a turtleneck, and a sweater. He was halfway through breakfast when he remembered the voicemail from Todd.
“Damn it to hell.” He had a brief, if impractical thought about calling a locksmith to rekey the locks on his door. Could I really do that? If I did, he’d wait outside until I got home, which wouldn’t solve the problem. He’d want to know why I did it. Mark could imagine replying, “There’ve been a couple of break-ins in the building, so I figured better safe than sorry.” Like he’d believe me.
“Bite the damned bullet,” he said angrily as he dumped what was le
