Chapter 45
Janice Hicks.
When she opens the door, she says, happiness in her voice, “Christian. This is a surprise. Come in. Get out of the cold.”
“Is it a good time?”
She smiles weakly. “It’s a pleasant surprise.”
“I was in the neighborhood,” I say, remembering my promise to Bret.
“We’re just about to eat. Would you like stay for dinner?”
“No thanks,” I answer, closing the door behind me. “We’ve already eaten.”
Fresh baked rye bread and simmering garlic smells fill Janice’s toasty-warm kitchen.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” she says. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? I’ve just brewed a fresh pot of coffee.”
I take a seat at the kitchen table, which is adorned with a red and white Christmas tablecloth and festive candles. I glance up at Janice. “Coffee would be nice. Thanks.”
When she turns and saunters over to the counter, I take in the cluttered kitchen and lean forward to stare down the dimly lit hallway. Bret is nowhere in sight.