9

~[CHAPTER NINE]~

Knock! Knock!

I turned to meet the questioning eyes of Tara, that gaze of hers keen on me for the past minute since the door had been threatened to be stormed down by whoever was out there.

We rarely had visitors, none we expected. The only people you would find coming around, were the random flings she brought back for the night ever since— Knock! Knock! Knock!

There followed that intrusive sound yet again.

"A burglar"

I scrunched up my face at the utterance, eyes narrowed at her form.

"Have you been drinking?"

I could affirm that New York was a wild place, but rarely on this corner, did we ever encounter burglaries. The security was pretty tight, and I could swear that was only our push for still having this apartment in our hold.

"Don't look at me like that" Followed the voice of Tara, hands at once grabbing onto the dish plate laid on the table.

"Haven't you heard the rumors going around?"

"Ol' Kathleen was robbed on her way back from a charity event last