Chapter 8: Findor’s with Gloria
I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night. Wide-eyed, perplexed, vulnerable, and damaged by Miller’s visit. I paced the Tudor from living room, through foyer, into the dining room, and back again. For hours. And hours.
I opened my laptop inside my home office and went to work for Sinn, keeping my mind off Miller and his unusual and threatening visit. I worked all that morning, setting up appointments to show houses in the Pittsburgh area. I talked to the owners of two houses along the Allegheny River and sent emails to the other perspective clients who wanted to sell/buy homes.
Around ten in the morning, I phoned Gloria. “What are you doing for lunch today?”
“Meet me at The Rudder at twelve-fifteen,” she answered.
“No,” I told her. “That’s not a good idea.
