“Shit. Someone’s at my door.” I tiptoe across the room and peer into the peephole. “It’s Neighbor Man,” I whisper. “Open the door,” Aarya whispers back. “He probably wants to talk about the article.” “Why are you whispering too?” “I don’t know.” “What do you think he wants?” The deep voice on the other side of the door speaks. “I can hear you whispering, you know.”
