Chapter 6: Intruder
The temperature dropped in Pittsburgh to well below thirty, and ice formed on the roads once I left the gym. Wind kicked up, and wintertime flurries danced over the city limits. Feeling hungry after the workout, I ended up at a small vegan restaurant where I had squash soup and a side of green beans. Hidden among its patrons, I enjoyed my light meal, became warmed up, and decided to head home.
My Tudor, a cramped abode with much character, sat on Spruce Street. Two windows that looked like eyes stared down at me as I pulled into the asphalt driveway and parked. No lights were on in the house, although I usually left one or two illuminated, telling burglars I was at home.
Once inside, I showered and slipped into a fresh pair of underwear. Thereafter, I snuggled in my
