Break In

KACELA

I was dropped off at my new apartment by the driver of the car. While I signed a few papers and got a key from a nice older lady, the driver unloaded my suitcase and the trunk that contained all my weapons.

“Just leave them there,” I said. The driver frowned at the stack on the sidewalk.

“Mr. Jones said to help you get them into your new place.”

I shook my head. “You got them here. Leave them.”

He nodded, tipped his hat to me and then got into his car, slowly driving off. I looked around and then put the key into the lock, opening it.

I stepped into a small foyer that contained a landing and a steep set of stairs. My apartment was located above a small florist shop, one block off from the main road. My entrance was to the side of the main entrance of the floral shop, located in an ally. It was quiet and private. No one would be able to observe me going in and out. In a large city, this entrance would be dangerous but in a small sleepy town, it was ideal.

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