Glancing around Devon’s
apartment, Jesse sighed inwardly as he headed for the couch and
sat down. “So what’s the deal with the new guy?”
He inquired.
“I don’t know,”
Devon said as she stepped out of the bedroom, “but I can’t
stand the idea of him living in Julia’s apartment.
“It’s not Julia’s
apartment anymore,” Jesse said softly as he glanced away
and stared at the carpet for a moment.
“I know that,” Devon
sighed as she crossed over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator,
“but she’s only been gone for a month, and the police
still haven’t found her killer. It’s so frustrating,”
she said as she returned tot he living room and handed Jesse
a beer.
Accepting the beer, Jesse leaned
back and snapped it open. “Don’t worry, we’ll
find her killer.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Devon inquired as she sat down beside him and took a sip from
her own can. “I mean . . . whoever did it could be a million
miles away by now.”
“I don’t think so,”
Jesse admitted, “I think whoever did it is still very close
by.”
“What makes you think
that?” Devon questioned as she glanced over at him.
“I don’t know,”
Jesse responded, “I just know.”
“That makes absolutely
no sense,” Devon informed him as she leaned back on the
couch.
“And yet it does,”
Jesse admitted. “I’m confident that her killer will
be found. You’ll see.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Devon asked.
“Because it came to me
in a dream,” Jesse responded. |
