She lets me.
“I’m Calista Ferraro,” she says.
“Nice to meet you.”
She chuckles softly, and it catches me by surprise. She should be falling apart, but instead, she’s amused. This woman is unusual, to say the least.
“What?”
“You didn’t give me your name.”
“No.”
Now she asks what I knew she wanted to earlier, but didn’t. “Are you following me?”
“No,” I lie. “I was just here by chance.”
“You’re not law enforcement.” It’s a statement.
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
A shadow.
“Complicated.”
I walk her to her building, see her go up the stairs, and wait until the light comes on in her apartment. I see her at her window, looking down.
I’m not hiding in the shadows. She can see me.
She raises a hand, waves.
I don’t wave back.
Then she draws the curtain closed.
The wind cuts through my coat as I pull out my phone and text my brother.
Me:I let her see me.
Logan:Fuck!
Me:Yeah.
Logan:Why?
Me:Remo doubled up.
Logan:Asshole.
Me:I neutralized the threat.
Logan:??
Me:You were right.
Logan:I usually am. Which part, specifically?
