Chapter 13

An hour later. I receive a text from the Hofer Group letting me know to accommodate me, where I am, the funeral has been booked to be in Boston, and the reception will be held at “Myopia Hunt Club”. They felt that since my mother was born in Boston, it would be fitting. I tear up and thank whoever just informed me.

“Stay in Boston, celebrate your life and your birthday. Don’t feel you need to race back to Bridgeport when you’re already so far away. Take this as a way of saying goodbye while on your way to start your new life.” The person says as if they know I’m leaving the country? There’s no way they could no that?

I text back a thank you and step into the shower to prepare for tonight. I’m going clubbing for my birthday. Something feels different tonight. I look online at the available nightlife. I feel drawn to one called “Apex” it looked like and electric vibe and a fun place to dance. I called an Uber to take me there after I had dressed in glittery red mini dress. It felt odd on me. I had not worn something so short in several years but, I wanted to be different and have fun. I paired them with some black stilettos and some gold jewelry. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a slut but, I know this is what the “It” girls would wear to something like this. At the same time, I was almost thirty years old. I didn’t look it, especially at the moment. Let’s hope I can pass for someone young and dumb in their twenties. I joked with myself as I got into the Uber to head to the club. I tell the driver first to drop me off at a Italian Bistro called “Marciano’s” I need to eat food before I begin to drink the night away.

He pulls me up front and I step out. I smell the sizzling food and immediately head indoors. This place is warm, inviting and smells really good. They want a reservation, instead I give them five hundred in cash. They get the gist that I am someone of wealth and immediately escort me to a booth. I order a Filet Mignon and a glass of their finest Merlot. Once the food arrives, I begin to enjoy my food. While eating I feel a presence behind me. It’s unnerving. I feel like every cell in my body is screaming at me to run. I shyly glance backwards. There in the back of the restaurant. Surrounded in shadow is a man. I don’t recognize him. he looks Italian, except for his pale complexion that looks like he has seen the sun in decades. His eyes are odd gold color. Don’t most Italians have something similar to dark brown or black eyes? He continues to stare at me. He takes a deep inhale for a  weird reason. His eyes light up. He is really creeping me out. I decide I am done eating. I’ve only eaten half my food but, this man is starting to terrify me. I immediately drop five hundred dollars for the food and whatever tip and leave. I dial an uber which arrive in less than a minute. As I walk of the restaurant I notice him begin to follow. I slide into the Uber. The driver pulls away and begins to drive as he exits the place and I breath a sigh of relief. He stands there watching me leave with predatory look on his face. I look behind me and I no longer see him. That was fast? Hopefully he just decided to go back inside. I am now scared about what type of monsters are out tonight. I think I was nearly attacked by what might be a serial killer.