I got in my truck and dug out my phone to call Annika. “Hey,” she answered. “I kind of have my hands full, but what’s up?” “Did you rent the two-bedroom to someone?” “I sure did.” Her voice was annoyingly cheerful. “Quick, right? Did you call to thank me? Because if you did, I don’t know why you sound angry.” “Were you going to tell me the place was occupied?” “Sorry, I just hadn’t yet. Wait, why?” “I just went over there and barged in on some girl because I thought she was a squatter.”
