Fee laughed darkly at that. "They sure as hell did, didn't they?"
As they walked past the produce, she spoke again.
"I don't know, dude - I mean, sure, he coulda just skipped out. He didn't seem like the type, but..." she shrugged, but behind that casual gesture was a sense of unease. The concierge disappearance's happened before she'd moved in, but she got the strange sense that it had been far uglier than anyone let on... or maybe anyone remembered? That thought almost made her shudder.
In the store, Fee made a beeline for the beer, picking up a sixer of IPA, then looking at Max, grabbed a sixer of lager, then started walking toward the true prize: chocolate covered peanut butter pretzels.
"You just call me if any weird shit happens, OK? I figure we should kinda look out for each other, you know? You and me and your sister and my sister. Should we talk to Sam about this?"