Chapters (80)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Keep Reading
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- About the Publisher
Nah, she thought then. Better not to address him by his first name. Too familiar and potentially inflammatory. He’d only ever referred to her as P-2 … evidently considering her just a number as opposed to an actual person, so she’d play by the same rules. And she shouldn’t apologize off the bat either for something she wasn’t guilty of. It was one thing being diplomatic, but she wasn’t going to kowtow to him either.
Tearing up the note she’d already begun, she started over.
Dear P-1,
About the noise earlier, I can assure you I wasn’t having a party or anything like that. It was just the media system and maybe you won’t believe this, but the apartment has a motion-activated system and I’m still trying to get a handle on it. I think there might be a glitch or something, because it’s been coming on erratically in rooms I don’t even go into.
She thought about the stray cat on Courtney’s bed that time and once again decided not to mention that little tidbit. Since the building was pet-free, the cranky old guy would not look kindly upon the presence of her feline friend. Nor keep it a secret from the building super or fellow residents, especially if they could use it as further ammunition in their complaint.
Unless the cat happened to be Ed’s?
Unlikely if he was such a stickler for the rules though. Yet in her experience, many people – often rich ones from a certain generation – tended to believe that rules applied to everyone else but themselves. Hannah bit the end of the pen, trying to decide whether to mention an animal’s potential role in the ruckus. Nah, probably safer to wait until she knew the guy a little better.
Assuming that ever happened.
Since I was working all day and only just got home, I’m guessing that a spider, dust bunny or something small – a flying insect maybe – could’ve set off the motion sensors and switched on the TV or music system. Again, I can assure you that there was no raging party and I’m the only one here. Unless this place has a ghost I don’t know about …
A little humour always went a long way. But now to butter him up a little.
I completely appreciate that peace and quiet is important to you and all the residents in this building – it is to me too. I am a great fan of keeping things on an even keel. A huge part of my job is about doing exactly that, ensuring smooth sailing at all times, with no feathers ruffled. A sense of equilibrium is paramount.