“Don’t come near me! I’ll call the police!” the frightened girl blurts out, awkwardly turning to face me.
“Very threatening—you—how did you get in here?”
“I’m serious! Or are you a friend of Max?” she asks, shifting her feet.
I study her with my gaze, and I can’t miss her big protruding belly. And she’s pregnant. Perfect.
“Actually, I am Max. And you…?”
“No, wait, don’t answer,” I stop her with a wave of my hand. “Let me guess: you got in while the apartment was empty, right? So go on—gather your stuff and get out. I’m not in the mood to fight with a woman today. But if I notice anything missing—don’t doubt it—I’ll report to the police.”