Is this how you welcome all your new neighbors, Sergeant he dropped his gaze to the name badge on her chest pocket, pulled taut by the Kevlar she wore beneath her uniform Wheeler? Blow hot, blow cold? Make nice and then freak out? We havent even been properly introduced.
Whatever this womans secrets were, she wasnt telling. Instead of answering his accusation, she stuffed the note into her uniform slacks pocket. Then she huffed up in all her warrior Amazon glory, tipping her chin as her skin cooled to peachy dots over alabaster. Im Maggie Wheeler. Travis is my son.
John Murdock.
Are you military or KCFD? She eyed the Corps logo on his T-shirt and the jarhead cut that he wore whether he was overseas with his Reserve unit or home in Kansas City, working for the fire department.
Both. USMC, retired. For about a week now. Moving back to town after my last tour and some rehab. Firefighting is the job Im coming back to after serving my stint in the Corps. He made another stab at moving closer. Sarge, um, Maggie are you okay?
Her eyes widened as though the question had startled her. Or maybe it was his advance. Before she answered, she retreated into the hallway. Of course Im okay. Thank you for serving our countryCaptain Murdock, was it?
Just John now.
She nodded. I apologize for Travis being so nosy. Hes going through a phase where hes completely nuts about baseball and firefighters and everything. And hes never been shy about speaking his mind. She barely paused for a breath. Im sorry I freaked out on the elevator. And the note. Its just that I Like I said, it was a rough day. Well, you dont need to know that. Welcome to The Corsican, John.
Yep, that sounded sincere.
By the time John reached the door, Maggie Wheelers was closing. He heard not one, not two, but three separate locks sliding into place.
Something about that message, or the person whod left it, had his neighbor spooked even more than getting stranded on the elevator had. Even though she wore a gun and a vest and sergeants stripes, indicating she was no rookie when it came to law enforcement, the woman was spooked.
John narrowed his gaze and looked up and down the hallway. Beyond the super checking him in this morning, and the curious person from the apartment down the hall who hadnt spoken, he hadnt seen a single soul out here all day long. A familiar niggle of unease crept along the back of his neck like when hed sensed a snipers rifle focused on him up in the Afghan mountains.
He shook off the hyperawareness and retreated into his apartment. Afghanistan was seven thousand miles away. His years of service were done and he was reporting back to KCFD Station 23 this week to start his new job as an arson investigator assigned to the ladder company with whom hed once fought fires.
He had plenty on his plate right now to deal with. Leggy redheads and curious kids and somebody elses bad news werent his concern tonight.
John locked the door behind him and leaned back against it, sweeping his gaze across the beige apartment decorated in wrapped furniture and sealed boxes.
So this was where he was going to live now.
It beat the cot and caves and blood hed left in the Middle East. It beat the VA hospital and physical therapy units where hed learned how to walk again.
But with nothing but bare walls and the paranoid lady cop next door, the jury was out on whether hed call this new place home.