Chapter Seven
When he heard the knock at his door, he checked his watch. If it was Lisa, she was right on time.
“Come on in,” he called out from the kitchen. He couldn’t see the door from where he was sitting, but he heard it open slowly. The hinges needed a little oil. He preferred them to stay noisy.
“Hello?” It was Lisa’s voice.
“In the kitchen,” he said. He heard the door shut, and then the sound of the deadbolt being set.
“You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked here,” Lisa said as she came into the kitchen. She was back in her chauffeur’s uniform, complete with a peaked cap. She was carrying a bag from the donut shop on the corner. “It’s dangerous.”
“I had it locked up until five minutes ago,” he replied. “Anyway, if someone did try to come in while I was here, what do yo
