The Door Next DoorChapter 9
Ben paced in the kitchen. He stopped to regard the time on the panel of the microwave -- it read seven forty-five. He peeked into the oven where he had placed the dinner he had prepared to keep it warm. Again he paced. He figured it made no sense to call Molly again -- he had been calling at ten-minute intervals since six. The sound of the elevator doors came through from the corridor, followed by footfalls. They stopped outside the apartment door and he heard her key in the deadbolt. The...