Well, darted probably wasn’t a good word for the speed at which she moved. Besides the fact that her hip was still achy. Maybe she should see a doctor. She stared at the spot where the moving van had been. A tiny car that looked like a toy occupied the space. Her heart raced, and she leaned on the banister for support. Where? All of the things she had brought with her weren’t in the apartment. They couldn’t all fit, and recalling the size of the basement compartments, surely not there either. “You must be the new tenant.” Hearing the sultry voice behind her, Margot turned. A woman of medium height, very slender but curvy figure, and a shock of long white-blonde hair stood before her. “Yes, I’m…” Distracted, for the moment Margot forgot to introduce herself properly. “I have to call the moving company. There’s been a mistake.” The woman stepped aside, drawing Margot’s gaze to impossibly high heels.
