"Moaning," Jack repeated.
"Yeah. Like a ghost or maybe…" I forced a laugh. "…something more intimate."
Sometimes, when my imagination got the best of me, I envisioned Nicky pleasuring himself in the hall. But other times, I told myself that he was just messing with me as some sort of revenge for my reaction the other night.
Either way, this had become a total nightmare.
After a long pause, Jack said, "Anything else?"
"Uh, yeah. I think he's stealing from me." As Jack listened, I explained about the missing money – omitting the fact that I'd been storing the cash between the pages of Jack's latest best-seller.
Talk about ironic.
When I finished, Jack gave me a long, penetrating look. "What else?"
"What makes you think thereisanything else?"
Jack studied my face. "Call it a hunch."
I hesitated. "All right. The thing is, he talks really loud on the phone, and sometimes, the things I overhear aren't so great."
"Like what?"
I tried to shrug it off. "Just stuff about his past, that's all."
My face was still burning, and my palms were sweaty. I hadn't meant to tell Jack anything at all. And yet, irritation aside, it had felt surprisingly comforting to tell someone what was going on.
I mean, who knows? He might havesomeidea of what I could do.
Turns out, he didn't.
And why? It was because for whatever reason, he decided that it wouldn't bemehandling it.
Chapter 6
Becka
With his gaze still on the condo, Jack said, "Wait here."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, wait in the car."
"For what?"
"For me to have a talk with him."
I was staring now. "Who? Nicky?"
"If that's the name of your roommate." And with that, Jack reached for the door handle.
"Wait!"
Jack turned back to me and said, "For what?"
"Well, don't you think we should discuss this?"
"We already did."
