6
To say John was surprised to find me at his doorstep at almost eight was an understatement, though he wasn’t complaining. He opened the door and blinked in bewilderment at me. “Are you an early Christmas present Santa couldn’t stuff down the chimney?” he teased me.
I rolled my eyes, and stepped past him and into the house. “This night’s more like Halloween, more trick than treat.”
“From your point of view, but what’s this about a trick?” John asked me as he closed the door.
“Somebody broke into my apartment and didn’t even spare the kitchen sink in their rampage,” I told him.
His jaw dropped open a few inches and his eyes widened. “What? When?”
I turned around to face him and shrugged. “No idea, and the cops have even less than that. All I know is my place looks like a bunch
