Chapter Five
Henry woke late on Saturday morning. He was normally an early riser but now he had nowhere to go and nothing to focus upon except Kristin. His head throbbed. After her departure the previous evening, he had polished off the remainder of his beer supply. He couldn’t help wondering if he’d made a terrible mistake. Maybe he had seriously misjudged the girl and right now, she was informing the police about his attempted blackmail.
He showered and dressed, put on some coffee and tried to watch television, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She had actually been here, in his house - the powerful, sexy, unobtainable, Kristin Hartman. There had been moments yesterday, where in spite of her expected defiance, small flashes of vulnerability had shown through, and it had made he
