Chapter 12: A Midnight Visit

"Come in," I said, and turned on my phone's flashlight. "Do you have any candles? I have Nyctophobia. I'm terrified of the dark, and even more scared of being alone in it." Colette Warth stood there with tears clinging to her lashes, looking fragile and tearful. She seemed to have an endless supply of nightgowns. Tonight's was a bright red slip, about as short as it gets. Her pale arms, most of her chest, and her long legs were bare. Did she realize that showing up at a single guy's place at midnight...