Three cats wail, as if they’ve just been alerted to my presence, and the hushing sounds Levi makes as I feel his footsteps move the entire building send my heart rate kicking into overdrive. “Come on,” he murmurs, just beyond the door. “It’s not a murderer. It’s probably Mrs. Quinn bringing me a pie again, because she’s wonderful like that. I know you like Mrs. Quinn. Come here, you. The last time you snuck outside, you were gone for two days removing the frog population. Mrs. Quinn and I do not appreciate that. You have to be more considerate of the neighbors, you know?”
