Looking for Walter Newhouse Chapter Eleven

When I arrived at Cora’s, a light was growing on the skyline. I didn’t know what time it was, but it was still early, I knew that much. I’d intended to knock on the door, but instead I leaned against it. Maybe I’d been this exhausted before, but I sure couldn’t remember when. I stayed like that for a minute or two, thinking maybe I should just go home and climb into bed and sleep for a week.

No. Not yet. I had something else to do first.

I straightened up and knocked on the door. The sound of the knock was muffled by the gloves I was wearing. I thought about taking them off and knocking again, but I decided against it.

A long silence followed, long enough I was about to knock again when I heard movement behind the door. The fumbling of a lock.

The door opened just a sliver and Cora peeked through the gap at me.

‘Ray?’ Her eyes widened

‘Hey, Cora,’ I said, and showed her the gun.

She sighed. Opened the door wide.

‘I suppose I’d better let you in,’ she said.

‘That’s a good idea,’ I said, stepped inside the hall and shut the door behind me. I waved the gun at the lounge door. ‘Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable? We’ve got a lot to talk about.’