Claire was once again drenched, she rang Tony’s bell, but nothing. “Tony, it’s Claire. Are you in there?” She fumbled for her cell and dialed his number. She could hear his phone ringing on the other side of the door. She stared at her cell, Damn, I have to unload these photos. She shook her head, ashamed to be thinking of anything, but Tony. Something wasn’t right.
She turned, ran down his stairway, and looked for the pot where the key was. She had taken care of his plants several years ago, using the hidden key in the pot under the stairs to gain entry. Please, Tony. Let it still be here. There were four pots, she didn’t remember so many. Her adrenalin rush had her in a near panic, she searched under the first two. The third one gave her the prize she wanted.
Running up his stairs, she opened his door slightly, enough to poke her head through the opening. “Tony, are you here? It’s Claire. I need to know that you’re ok.”
She stepped into the flat, her fear mounting. It didn’t feel good, something was amiss. “Tony, are you in here?” She scanned the living room, then walked down the hall to the bedroom. Everything was neat and tidy. She turned and headed toward the kitchen. The smell began to make her nose quiver. “Oh my God.”
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