SPADE
Robyn was uneasy, clutching my hand as we approached the apartment door. She was also determined and strong to face her ex-roommate, who had almost kidn*pped her.
“Stay away from the door.” Gripping her hand, I pulled her to me.
She looked at me, eyebrows squished together.
“Don’t you watch movies?” I watched Wave go ahead and knock. “Usually, when a bad guy is guilty of something and paranoid, they’re carrying a shotgun and waiting behind the door to shoot whoever knocks on the door.”
“That’s only in the movies.”
“Trust me. Movies are based on people’s lives on a daily basis.”
“But if she’s paranoid, she won’t open the door to a stranger.” She was right. Wave knocked again, and no one answered from the inside.
“Stay here.” I went to knock. “Barbie, I know you’re in there.
