Realizing I wasn't getting it, she became more distressed, her eyes welling up, her gestures more pronounced.
It looked urgent.
I shouldn't have kept her waiting.
I softened, fishing out a pen and paper from my purse and slipping it through the door gap.
She wrote something in a hurry and thrust the paper back at me.
On it, scrawled in shaky letters: [He's going to kill you!]
Excuse me?
This lady had lost it, right?
I'd have been crazy to stick around.
"Spout any more crazy, and I'm calling the cops!" I warned her, then slammed the door shut and double-locked it for good measure.
It's a mad world out there, with every kind of people.
Just last week, I'd read about newlyweds lured from their hotel. Still missing.
The thought sent shivers down my spine.
Good thing I hadn't hesitated.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
My pride in my quick thinking was short-lived as the knocks echoed again.
The same gentle pattern, just enough to be audible in the living room.
I took another look.
It was her again.
What now?
I was getting a bit spooked, thinking about dialing the front desk.
She must have felt my gaze because she lifted the note once more to the peephole.