“In my apartment?”
I drew a deep breath.
“Yeah. She doesn’t happen to be in your apartment, does she?”
“Why should she be?”
I felt blood begin to sing in my ears.
“Well, you see, her front door was open. She doesn’t appear to be in her apartment. I wondered if she had popped over to have a word with you.”
Another plum came into view. I averted my eyes. Seeing those big teeth bite into so much fruit was beginning to undermine my mental stability.
“Oh, no, she hasn’t done that.”
Well, at least we were making progress.
“You wouldn’t know where she is?”