Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Yeah?”
“I need you to find my parents. Felix and Stefania Locke.” I give her the address of the house in Thornton as well. “That’s the last known address, but they haven’t lived there probably for decades.”
I hear her typing on the other end. “This shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“I didn’t find them on any social media.”
“Older folks aren’t always on social media, but I’ll check it all out.” She pauses. “This shouldn’t be hard at all. I should have something for you by the end of the day.”
I shove my phone in my pocket and rise, ready to leave and go to the music store when the intercom buzzes.
I push the button. “Yeah?”
“Dragon Locke?” a voice says.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“There’s a package out here for you.”
“Okay, you can go ahead and bring it up.”
No reply.
Then I wait.
Open the door, watch the elevator.
After five minutes, it’s clear no one’s coming up. Whoever it was must’ve just left the package downstairs.
I take the elevator down, head through the lobby, and say hi to the security guard.
“Where’s my package?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow. “What package?”
“Someone called on the intercom, said you guys had a package for me. I buzzed them up, but no one came.”
The security guard looks toward the door of the building. The intercom is on a brick wall next to the door.
“I didn’t see anyone.”
“Were you watching the intercom?”
He frowns. “I don’t really concern myself with people who call on the intercom. I concern myself with people who come into the building.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
I walk outside anyway, look around for a package.
Maybe it was just a prank. Some teens nearby who thought it would be funny to ring the penthouse, make the person living up there come all the way down to—
My foot hits something small. I look down.
And I gasp.