Chapter Eleven
Jon hands me a soda and I take it, saying thank you and sitting down on his couch. It’s been twenty-four hours since Robbs called me, threatening me, and I finally am getting to talk to Jon about it. I curl up on the couch and tug for the blanket that is always nearby. His cat is sleeping on the other chair, letting out a soft snore. Jon sits down next to me, concern etched on his face.
I tell him about the phone call and telling Robbs off. Now silence reigns, as Jon thinks it over before he speaks.
“Well?” I finally say, too anxious to wait for him to speak.
“I can see why you are worried. But you did the right thing. Otherwise he would keep coming at you for money.”
“Right, but now he just might come at me for other things.”
“Have you thought about calling the police
