Page 7 of Unexpected Danger
“Care for a donut, anyone?” He held out the box to Londyn and Jasmine.
Jasmine moistened her lips. “I don’t know when I’ve ever passed up donuts.” She reached for an apple fritter.
“You look like you’ve had a rough morning. Everything all right?”
Londyn appreciated Dustin’s concern. “I think so. Just an arduous night.”
“Anything I can do to help?” He reached inside the donut box and handed her a glazed, her favorite kind. “Have a donut. They fix everything.”
She took the donut from him and set it on a napkin before following Jasmine and Dustin to the small rectangular table with the coffee pot, as she did every morning.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dustin’s brows knitted, his attention remaining on her as he awaited her answer.
“It was just…” The memory of the potential intruder crowded her mind again, and her throat tightened.
Jasmine put her arm around Londyn. “You want to talk about it?”
“I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” offered Dustin.
Londyn supposed there was no harm in telling them what happened. It would probably do her some good to get it off her chest and share with someone besides the police officers. Besides, in her brief tenure at Zedde and Associates, she’d formed a close rapport with Jasmine and Dustin. “It was the weirdest thing. This guy was trying to get into my apartment, or at least I’m fairly sure it was a guy.”
“What?” Jasmine held her apple fritter midair. “Have you ever seen him before?”
“I might have if he’s the one who was loitering across the street the night before.”
Jasmine’s mouth dropped. “He was across the street the night before? How come you didn’t tell us this?”
Londyn noticed the hurt in Jasmine’s eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I do think it’s the same one, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure. It’s intimidating to look out the front door, and there he is, peering back at me after attempting to get in.” Fear trundled through her. Would he be back tonight?
Dustin’s eyebrows rose into his hairline. “How scary. Did you call the police?”
“I did. They came over and asked me some questions. One of those questions was who it could be that I had made an enemy of that would want to try to at the very least stalk me, and at the worst…”
She shuddered. She didn’t even want to think of the worst-case scenario.
“I can’t think of anybody who doesn’t like you.”
Jasmine had a point. “The only one who came to mind was BJ Nuss, who was not happy with having to pay his bill, even though we have given him numerous chances.”
Dustin poured himself a cup of coffee. “Did the police think the guy had ill intent? Or was he just some homeless dude?”
“I don’t know what his intent was. Honestly, I couldn’t get any sleep, just wondering.”
“So they think it’s Mr. Nuss?” Jasmine took another bite of her apple fritter.
Londyn shrugged. “They don’t know. I think they were going to talk with him today. I received some texts as well.”
“Texts? You think it’s from the same guy?” Jasmine dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.
“Probably. Maybe.”
“We have to deal with some pretty crazy people,” said Jasmine. “But honestly, why would they come to our houses or try to act intimidating?”
Dustin refilled his coffee cup. “Maybe it was revenge.”
“But it’s not our fault that they owe money on their bills,” Jasmine countered.
Dustin leaned his back against the wall. “Do you guys have cameras at the apartment? If so, that could be a big help.”
