After a typical day of high school, A.J. climbed the steps to the 5th Avenue brownstone she was fated to call home. She reached out to open the door. It didn't budge. She butted her shoulder against it a few times, thinking the door might be stuck. Rattling the knob, A.J. discovered it was locked. The teen fished in her pants pocket for her house key, but didn't find it.
A.J. looked over shoulder to see that Carmine's silver Lexus wasn't parked in front of the house.
"Dammit," she muttered in frustration.
She walked around the house and tried to open one of the windows. It was locked as well. Suddenly, A.J. noticed a piece of paper pinned to the back door. It read:
Angela,
Gone out of town for the weekend. Be back on Tuesday.
Carmine
Frustrated, cold, and angry, A.J. sat on the ground and cried.
Meanwhile at the gym, Jonny was getting slightly worried. A.J. was nowhere in sight and her timing was usually regular as a clock.
Maybe something happened to her, he thought.
Jonny shook his head. He was being ridiculous. A.J. had probably stayed home sick or forgotten to tell him she had other plans.
An uptempo salsa song blasted from the radio.
A.J. really likes this one, Jonny remembered. No, Calvo, don't go there. It'll only make you worry. Just go by her house and she'll probably be there.
After his workout, Jonny drove around town, searching for any signs of A.J. He paused in front of a house that had an engraved plaque on the front wall reading: "Delvecchio." Jonny got out of the car and walked over to the front door. He knocked twice.
"A.J.? A.J., are you in there?" he asked.
He knocked again. "A.J., it's me, Jonny."
Sighing, Jonny loped down the front steps. He didn't particularly want to stand out in the cold all day waiting for someone to answer. He felt reasonably certain that A.J. would be back at the gym tomorrow, raring to go.
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