Chapter 37

“I’m not angry,” he mumbled to himself.

A woman waiting at the bottom of the stairs shrank closer to a potted plant, staring at Gerry with both wide-eyed tension and fascination. He smiled, and continued speaking as if she was the one he’d started the conversation with. “Annoyed, yes. Irritated, sure. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Tell me you wouldn’t be.”

“Is there something I can assist you with, sir?”

Where the tall, dark, well-dressed man had come from, Gerry had no idea. He startled, turned, and narrowed his eyes. “Are you an assassin? Because if so, then and only then, might you be able to help me.”

Okay, maybe he was a littlebit angry.