No one home

Laura looks up from her seat on the couch, lifting an eyebrow. She glances at the clock. Hiding her grin, she gets up and takes her time going to the door. Opening it just far enough to show her face, she looks up at Nate. “If you don’t get going, you’re going to miss your movie,” she states dryly.


Wyatt sighs, then nods. “Yeah, okay. If you want to stop by his place, great. I left a message, but maybe he won’t see it.” If I don’t hear from him, we’ll just have to make a judgment call.” He turns, leaving. “Thanks, Misty,” he calls over his shoulder.


…The apartment on the second floor remains dark and unvisited since that morning. A parking space sits empty in the lot, void of a small grey pickup.