“It’s okay,” I say, forcing a smile. “You’re here now.”
“No, I’m not. I’m too far from you,” he sighs. “I applied for a job in Chicago.”
I’m taken aback by this, but before I can reply, there’s banging on the door of my room.
“I have to go; someone’s knocking.”
“Stay on the phone with me, please,” he asks, so I do.
The police are on the other side, and when I open the door, I see Sean is there as well. I tell Cole I’ll call him back after they leave, and he hesitantly lets me hang up. I speak to Officer David Martinez and Detective Larry Ginsburg, who happened to be in the building next door when the alarm company called. I tell them what happened, which isn’t much. They ask me to look around the apartment to check if I see anything unusual. I stroll around with a confused look on my face because everything that should be missing is there.
The TV is there; microwave is there; our stereo system is there. I walk to the guest room, and everything looks untouched. I close my eyes and praise myself for always having my Jack-and-Jill bathroom connected to the guest room locked. The thought of what might have happened makes my skin crawl. I do a little shimmy dance, shooing the creepy crawlers off of myself. Detective Ginsburg, who’s standing right next to me, asks if I’m okay. I blush and nod my head yes. He says it’s okay to be freaked out. I check Aubry’s room, and while I’m in there, he and Aimee barge in frantically. I run to them and hug both at once.
“Are you okay?” they both ask in unison.
“Yes, thank God. Nothing happened to me. They didn’t even bang on my door. I’m trying to figure out if they took anything. Will you help me?” I say quickly, my sentences practically overlapping one another.
We look around a couple of times, but nothing looks different. I spot a paper on the kitchen counter under my keys and furrow my eyebrows together. I walk toward it and study it. I’m careful not to touch it. I’ve watched enough detective shows to know that you shouldn’t put your fingerprints on evidence.
“That wasn’t there when I got home,” I say, pointing at the paper with my trembling pointer.
Both Detective Ginsburg and Officer Martinez walk over and look at the paper.
“Are you sure?” Detective Ginsburg asks with furrowed eyebrows, looking between me, Aubry, and Aimee.
“Positive,” I say. “Those are my keys,” I point. “I tossed them up there when I got here and that paper wasn’t under them.”
Detective Ginsburg puts on one latex glove and picks up the paper.
“It’s addressed to Blake Brennan,” he says as he reads.
“What does it say?” I ask quietly as I shiver for the millionth time.
“It says Blake Brennan, call me (312) 448-2984. We need to speak about the land. It’s addressed O’Brian at the bottom.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, covering my mouth with both hands as I feel my knees weakening. “I cannot believe this shit.” Aubry and Aimee steady me to keep me from falling while Sean excuses himself and leaves.
“I got a call from some guy earlier today about this plot of land. He also mailed me a letter a couple of months ago. I’ve never even been to this plot,” I say in a shrill tone. “I inherited the land from my dead aunt. I don’t know how he got my information, but first the calling, then the letter, and now he breaks into my house!” I’m shouting and shaking vigorously by the time I finish my explanation.
Aubry holds me tighter while Aimee runs her fingers through my hair. Detective Ginsburg leaves me his information and asks me to call him if I hear from the guy again. He puts the paper in a Ziplock to test for fingerprints. He asks me a million questions, including what the name O’Brian means to me. I assure him that I’ve never heard it before. He looks like he’s hesitant to believe me, but tells me that he will let me know if he hears anything back from the lab regarding the paper. He mentions something to Officer Martinez about being closer to cracking the O’Brian’s, but I’m not sure what that means.
After replaying what happened again, Aubry and Aimee settle down to watch a movie. They ask me to join them, but I’m exhausted. They rented The Notebook. I warn Aimee, who has never seen it—really?—that she better be prepared to do the ugly cry in front of Aubry. They both laugh at me, but I’m dead serious. You can’t watch that movie without doing the ugly cry.
I lock myself in my room and call Cole again. He picks up after four rings.
“Hello?” he answers, sounding like he just ran a marathon. My stomach drops at the memory of the last time this happened.
“Hey, bad time?” I ask, biting my lip to brace myself even though I know my Cole, and I trust him.
“No, no, I was downstairs,” he says, catching his breath. “I heard my phone, and I ran up to get it. I didn’t want to miss your call.”
I smile. “Why is it that you have such a big house for yourself again?”
I remember he gave me a stupid answer the first time I went there, but I can’t remember what it was.
“‘Cause I thought it’d be a nice place to raise our babies,” he replies.
I snort with laughter. “Oh, that’s right,” I say with an eye roll. “I forgot that was the excuse you used the last time I asked.”
“I don’t know why you thought it was so funny when I told you that,” he protests.
“Umm...maybe because you said it in front of your girlfriend?”
He chuckles. “That’s right. Do you remember what you said after you were done laughing?”
I think about it for a second. “Not really.”
“You said that you didn’t want to have babies in a two-story house.”
“Oh yeah, I did say that. Well, that was actually true.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I put it on the market the week after you left. Unfortunately for me, the market had dropped by then, so I had to un-list it and keep it.”
“You put it on the market because I said I didn’t want to have kids in a two-story house?” I shriek and then start laughing. He waits until I’m done giggling before he continues.
He exhales loudly. “Blake, when are you going to realize that everything I’ve done I’ve done for you?”
“Someday, Mr. Murphy,” I smirk.
He groans. “It sounds so hot when you call me that.”
“You say that about everything,” I laugh.
“Yeah, because everything about you is so hot.”
I try to stifle a yawn. “I’m going to try to go to sleep. Is it okay if we pick up the conversation of our beautiful future children and where we’ll be living with them tomorrow?”
“Damn, babe, now you’re really turning me on,” he says in a low tone, making my body heat up. “Hearing you talk about our future children is hot. Go to sleep, baby. I love you. Call me if you can’t sleep or if you have any nightmares.”
“I will. Good night. Dream of me,” I say and blow a loud kiss into the phone.
He groans and I smile ending the call.
Chapter 13
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