She kicked off her broken heels and sat on the edge of the couch, shivering. She'd just wait out the storm. Charge her phone for five minutes. Then leave a note of apology.
An impulsive, stupid idea bloomed in her damp head. "That's my landlord," she lied, holding up the paper. "He lives in 204. He's expecting me. I must have dropped the address." heyzo heyzo-2002 part1
Her blood turned to ice.
He gestured toward the building. "There's a payphone in the lobby of number 3. Old building, but the line still works." She kicked off her broken heels and sat