Chapter 15
“Oh, it’s you!” she said, as surprised as I was. “You live in my apartment complex!”
“He’s with the FBI,” the professor said, sweeping a number of items off the couch with a crash. There was now enough room for both my neighbor and I to sit down and talk, although there was not yet enough room for me to stretch out when it came to that.
“The rest will have to wait until later. Wine, Astrida?”
“Yes, thank you Andrew.”
He wandered off into the kitchen, and I stepped aside to let Astrida in.
“He didn’t really bother to introduce us, did he?” she said. She sat down on the couch, and put both her arms up along the back of it. That was somewhat awkward for me, because I couldn’t sit down without practically falling into her arms. “I’m Astrida Wright.”
Her hair was still long an
