Eyes wide, she scanned the area constantly, jumping at every shadow. It had been Fred she saw on the beach. She knew it. Didn’t she? After jiggling her key in the old lock, she threw her shoulder against the door and half fell into her darkened apartment. A little whimper of fear escaped her. She banged the door shut and threw the bolt home while her other shaking hand frantically felt for the light switch. The light came on, illuminating the bright decor to a blinding level. As soon as her eyes adjusted, she glanced around. Everything was the same as she’d left it. There was the basket of laundry and her beach sandals. She forced a laugh at her panicked state and put her groceries in the fridge. But, just to be on the cautious side, she checked all the window and door locks, looked in all the closets and under her bed before going into the bathroom. Maybe a nice hot shower would help her sleep. He stepped from the shadows and watched as Jamie’s apartment blazed with light. Little fool.
