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.