Chapter 3 - WHAT I FOUND
The apartment was clean. That was the first thing I noticed. Elena wasn't a messy person. Her dishes were done. Her couch cushions were arranged. A half-empty glass of water sat on the coffee table, condensation still beading on the sides.
She'd been here recently.
"Miss Vasquez?"
I moved through the living room. Past the bookshelf stacked with true crime paperbacks. Past the framed photos of people I assumed were her family. Into the bedroom.
The bed was made. The closet was open. Clothes still hanging. Shoes still lined up.
But the bathroom door was closed.
I stood there for a long time. My knee was throbbing. My hand was shaking. I told myself to turn around. To call the cops. To do anything but open that door.
I opened the door.
The bathroom was empty. Just a sink, a toilet, a shower with the curtain pulled shut.
I reached for the curtain.
May you like
The phone buzzed in my pocket.
Don't.
