Chapter 58

After showering Hunter went downstairs to begin making breakfast. Food was another area in which he indulged his lonely self, just for something to do. In Evanston he was lucky if he could successfully boil an egg or broil a steak, but here he had learned the finer points of cooking all sorts of foods, spanning many different ethnicities. His only limits—and these were considerable—were with the ingredients he could obtain locally. But even there he was finding more exotic sources online for things every day. This morning he would whip up a gruyere and crimini mushroom omelet.

Just as he was whisking, he was startled by the sound of someone pounding on the door. Hunter literally jumped. The sound was so unfamiliar, seeming foreign and almost beyond his comprehension. He set down his bowl, wiped his hands on a towel, and hurried to the front door, where the pounding sounded again. The grocery delivery wasn’t due for another week, and he knew he had nothing coming from Amazon.