“You go to the festival this weekend?” Pete asked when I arrived at work on Monday morning.
“Oh, yeah. It was awesome. Kick-ass music.”
“What about that guy in your building? Didn’t he play?”
I didn’t want to think about Landry right now. “Sure. His band was the headliner. They totally rocked the house.” I moved quickly to gather my equipment and leave so I could avoid any further conversation.
When I got home that night, I’d already deleted fifteen messages from Landry. What was with this guy? There was also a piece of paper taped to my door. I removed it and let myself into the apartment.
I set my belongings on the kitchen table and went to take a shower. The day had been hot and sweaty as only July could be. I needed to cool down before dealing with whatever was in that note, since
