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“Excuse us,” I said as I shouldered my way past them. “We’re needing to get settled.”
The men moved, but only after giving her one more look over.
Together, we climbed the stairs to the fourth level.
“How do you not get exerted going up these stairs every single day?” I muttered darkly.
“I usually use the elevator,” she murmured softly. “But I saw three of the apartment complex’s resident bad guys and didn’t want to get into it with them. I’m tired.”
I knew she was tired.
She was also exerting herself way more than she should.
I gritted my teeth and climbed the last of the stairs until we got to her level.
Then we walked to her door, finally reaching it just as it opened and a man started to back out with a television in his hands.
I moved until my body was blocking the creep’s way, and looked at him with eyes that clearly said, “Put it back nicely or I’ll kill you.”
He gently placed it on the ground, his eyes full of fear, as he said, “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re not sorry,” I snapped. “Who are you?”
“I know him,” Folsom’s voice came from the bag of clothes that I was holding. “Marshall Evers. He’s got a rap sheet a mile long, the most significant being armed robbery. I’ve already sent his images to the police.”
Folsom was on task, that was for sure.
“Thank you,” Morrigan croaked.
“Please leave now,” I said. “Before I do something that’ll get me sent back to prison.”
The man ran, practically bowling Morrigan over as he went.
I cursed under my breath, pissed as hell for a whole assortment of reasons, most notably the fact that Morrigan shouldn’t be in this hell hole at all.
“Why in the fuck do you live here?” I growled.
“She gets free rent here for life because she owns the complex,” Folsom answered for me, this time her voice coming from my own pocket.
I frowned hard. “What?”
“She owns the complex,” Folsom answered. “But don’t tell anyone. Morrigan doesn’t want anyone to know. But she practically rents all of these spaces out for free for government section-eight housing. She helps out a lot of single mothers. She is a miracle worker. However, a lot of the single mothers come with a whole lot of problems. Like shady exes. Bad decisions on their kids’ parts when Mom leaves for work. Stuff like that. Go inside. The weirdo in 3B is about to come out.”
I’d never seen Morrigan move so fast before in my life.
I winced as I saw her all but slam the door behind her in her haste to get inside.
When I saw the “weirdo” in 3B pop his head out, I narrowed my eyes at the fucker.
He was a tall, lanky dude. Thirty-year-old white male with beady little eyes and hair that was practically nonexistent in a six-inch circle on the top of his head. He had a wifebeater on that was likely, at one point in time, white. But now it was dingy yellow in color, had a sweat stain at both armpits, and had a suspicious-looking brown stain down at the bottom of the shirt that I hoped wasn’t what I thought it was.
“Can I help you?” I growled.
The beady-eyed man blinked. “Who are you?”
“Morrigan’s man,” I said. “You?”
His mouth fell open in denial. “Morrigan doesn’t date.”
