A few hours later, relieved to be in the cool indoors again, I shut the heavy front door behind me and then locked it. Valencia had told me she’d be home this evening. She sometimes visited her niece on the days I cleaned her house. She was my last customer of the night and I was eager to be finished already.
In the entrance, I slid my bag off my shoulder. “Hello?” I called out, announcing my presence. My voice trailed down the long, lacquered-wood corridor before me. I checked my phone for the time and saw I had another text message from Jack.
Hello Sebastos,
Hang in there. I made some pesto and garlic bread for us when you get back. I also have wine waiting. Don’t inhale the bleach fumes. And if you spot an elephant trinket collection, bring me back a few. They’ll fit nicely with my A
