Chapter Nine
Things were relatively normal for the rest of the day. Ed got all his work done, he finished at around nine in the evening, and he was home by ten. He was tired by then and just wanted some well-deserved sleep. Before unlocking the door, he picked up another note, feeling that now common feeling of uneasiness. He went inside, anyway, and left the paper folded up in his hand.
He stepped into the living room, turning on the lights so he could see. The first thing he noticed was that it was incredibly hot, especially compared to the temperature outside, so he crossed the room and checked the thermostat. It was all the way on eighty- five. Sighing, he turned it down to a normal temperature, removing his jacket and tossing it aside. He didn't remember turning it up at all. Maybe Roy had done it in the morning. He'd have to remember to talk to him about that.
Slowly, he walked out of the living room, deciding he was thirsty and heading for the kitchen. Turning on those lights as well, the first thing that his eyes fell on was the sight of broken glass, and lots of it. He gasped and backed up, surprised. All his cabinets had been pulled open, everything made of glass broken and thrown against the counter.
How had this happened? Nobody but himself owned a key to the house, and the doors and windows were always locked. Especially now. He'd been extra careful in making sure this morning.
He half expected his phone to start ringing as he reached for it, his fingers already dialing Roy's phone number. As he waited and listened to the dial tone, he held the phone to his ear using his shoulder and let his hands open the new note.
You can't hide from me forever.