Ainsley felt a chill course through her entire body. Jumping to the worst possible conclusion, she thought something had happened again—something new that took place while she was gone and none the wiser.
Did that person from yesterday try to get in again? Did they want to take advantage of the fact that the building was mostly empty so they could force open Ainsley’s door and wait for her inside?
But even if that were so, if the police were here, then…
Did that person get caught?
“Let’s go, Ainsley,” Remi urged when her friend continued to just stand there, locked in confusion and fear. “They’ll probably want to talk to you.”
Flanked by her friends who were feeling jumpy themselves, Ainsley entered the apartment’s courtyard and saw the caretaker talking to two police officers.
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