Caught in the trap

The street was lit with the hustle that is New York. Thankfully, I took my wallet yesterday. The same cannot be said about my clothes. I was still in his shirt and shorts. But hey, this is New York. Thinking of not subjecting myself to the judgmental looks in the subway in my current mood, I hailed a cab. The person who was hiding in a car and doing the continuous surveillance of the building the entire night, got into action when a woman wearing a man's shirt and boxer shorts appeared outside. Dialling the number, a text was sent with the message- 'she left the building. Following now. Probably reaching the destination. Be ready'. I was lethargic from lack of sleep. All those accusations drained me emotionally. I was not thinking anything other than my bed when I entered my floor. So it came as a surprise when a hiccup that is more like a sob disturbed my thoughts. I looked up expecting Richard's tactics which I got used to but not in a mood to handle it now. 'Richard not now