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“I’m notentirelyrelieved,” I said.
I locked and bolted the door, went into my kitchen, and stared into Rex’s cage. He was running on his wheel.
“I’m a mess,” I said to Rex.
Rex stopped running for a beat and looked at me with his shiny black eyes. He twitched his whiskers and resumed running.
“Exactly,” I said. “We have a lot in common. We keep running in place.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ihad a frozen strawberry Pop-Tart for breakfast and told myself it was healthy because it was strawberry. Strawberry is a fruit, right? Check that food group off the list of today’s requirements. I washed the Pop-Tart down with black coffee, said goodbye to Rex, and told him I loved him. I was extra vigilant leaving my apartment, keeping watch for chunky guys in hoodies. I felt more relaxed once I was in my car. True, my window was mostly missing, but at least the doors were locked. I drove to the office and parked at the curb.
“Hey, sunshine,” Lula said when I walked in. “How’d the viewing go?”
“The viewing was uneventful, but after the viewing Grandma and I were attacked in the parking lot. Two guys in hoodies. One of them tried to stun gun me.”
“Shut up!”
“Grandma took a shot at him and scared them away.”
“Did she hit him?”
“No, but she took out my driver’s-side window.”
“You want me to call the Glass Guy?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
A half hour later the mobile glass repair truck parked behind my Honda, and the guy got out and stood staring at my window. Lula and I joined him.
“I’m guessing someone shot at you,” he said.
“Occupational hazard,” I told him. “Can you fix it?”
“Of course I can fix it,” he said. “I’m the Glass Guy.”
I got the new window put in and Grandma called.
“I think I’m onto something,” she said.
Grandma was at the front door when I pulled into my parents’ driveway. Lula and I followed her into the kitchen, where my mother was knitting.
“I see you got the mental health knitting thing going,” Lula said to my mom. “Can’t blame you what with the stress of life and all.”
“It’s too early to drink,” my mom said. “I’ve got six hours and ten minutes to go.”
“You could probably add about a quarter mile to that scarf by then,” Lula said. “You’re going along at a good clip.”
“What have you got for me?” I asked Grandma.
“It just occurred to me that one of the men you’re looking for is Benji, the comic book guy, right?”
“Right.”
“Maybe he’s at GoComic.”
“What’s GoComic?”
