Chapter 9

It's been less than a month since I spoke with the life insurance agent.

And there he was, right at my doorstep - Cort.

Cort was crouching by the entrance of my small apartment, like a stray dog.

When he saw me, he staggered to his feet.

His eyes brimmed with joy, almost overflowing:

"Serenity, I knew it! You're not dead!"

He tried to reach out and hug me, but I whipped out my pepper spray.

He yelped and howled as I sprayed him.

I stepped over the man rolling on the ground and opened the door, ready to go inside.

The man who'd been writhing in pain just moments ago suddenly became quick as lightning.

He wedged his hand in the door crack.

The dull thud of the door bouncing open was accompanied by Cort's cry of pain.

Thoroughly annoyed, I turned back to look at him:

"Cort, what the hell do you want?"

He clung desperately to the door frame, shakily getting to his feet:

"Can I come in and talk?"

At this point, I stepped aside to let him in.

"Speak."