Chapter 12

“I thought I heard voices,” Lyle said. “Meeting the neighbors like you said?”

“Unintentionally, but yes. Karen in six-o-seven.”

Lyle cocked his head quizzically, and then nodded. “Blonde, with a Texas bouffant?”

“If that means too much hair piled high on her head, then yes.”

Lyle chucked. “It does.”

Damien’s buzzer sounded at that moment. “Guess my pizza’s here. At least I hope so. I’m starving.” He went to answer and let the man in. When he got back to his door, he saw Lyle’s closing. At least we talked a bit. Next step, trying to get a full conversation with him somehow. Tomorrow’s Friday. Maybe…

He didn’t get to finish his thought as the guy with his pizza stepped off the elevator. Damien took it, tipped him generously, and went inside to eat.

An hour later he heard Lyle’s door open then close. On the off chance he was going out for a late evening walk, Damien shrugged on his coat and went into the hallway just as Lyle was pushing the elevator’s Downbutton.