Chapter 4: One Drink Wasn't Enough

"What are you still doing out here?" Anna asked Zane through the screen door. "You've been standing out there for an hour now staring at the driveway. And why is there a dead postman on my porch?"

Zane looked back at Anna as innocently as possible. "This gentleman was dead when I got here."

Anna spoke with a hint of irritation. "I distinctly remember when I was talking to you earlier that there was in fact no dead bodies on the porch. None is one less then one dead body which I now see before me. I'm also pretty sure he did not just stab himself multiple times in the eye and then somehow crawl up the steps here without you noticing. Postmen might be ninjas but they're not that good, especially when they're injured."

Zane shrugged. "Perhaps I'll take you up on those couple of shots of vodka you were offering earlier."

"I never offered.." she began to say but it was too late. Zane had already pushed passed Anna into the house and was heading towards the kitchen.

Almost immediately after Zane had entered the house, he found his way blocked by a little gray kitten sitting in front of him. He looked down at it and it looked back up with big eyes. "Your cat has a knife, what should I do?" he asked Anna.

"I'm not really sure what to tell you" she said rubbing some bandages on her arms. "Most likely she wants something from you, maybe your wallet. But then again, if she just doesn't like you...."

Zane reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet and tossed it into the awaiting outstretched paw. The kitten slashed the front of his pants leg before darting away with the wallet in her mouth. "I've got to be honest with you miss, I've never been mugged before by a cat. What exactly is going on here?"

Anna shrugged. "I couldn't tell you, I just live here. I don't think anyone ever found the last guy that came in unwelcome."

Zane took a moment to let her comments sink in before continuing much more cautiously towards the kitchen. After fixing himself a drink, he sat down at the kitchen table. Anna took a seat opposite him with her own drink.

Zane sighed. "It may have been a mistake coming here. I was expecting some other people to be living here. So either I'm at the wrong house, which could be possible since that taxi driver was a little strange. The other possibility is that you're not telling me everything."

"You know, come to think of it, a lot of things do go missing from time to time from the fridge and I hear the water running in the morning. And there's a whole lot of clothing in the closets that isn't mine."

Zane thought maybe she was finally figuring out someone else lived in this house with her. He was wrong.

"I'm obviously in the wrong house" Anna said suddenly. She then got up and went out the front door without another word leaving Zane all alone. He sat there staring blindly at where Anna had sat just a few moments ago maybe a little dumbfounded about what had just happened. No more then a minute passed before Anna came diving through the window behind him with a loud crash and the shattering of the window pane. She got up, brushed the broken glass off her, and sat down in front of Zane again.

"There, all better" she said to herself before noticing Zane. "Oh hey did you follow me to the right house?"

Zane looked at her for a second as his jaw dropped just a little bit. He regathered his composure before nodding at her. "Yes"

"I'm glad we were able to clear up that misunderstanding" Anna said triumpantly.

Zane smiled politely and said "I should go" as he stood up. He began to make his way to the door. Something was very wrong here and he was pretty sure it wasn't a safe situation to be in.

Anna turned to watch him leave and said "Let yourself out, but don't make eye contact with the black cat."

Zane wished he had heard that warning just a couple seconds earlier because he had just did what she told him not to do. Staring back at him was the black cat Anna spoke of, looking at him with her big yellow eyes. There was little movement from the cat as it stared at him blankly. He couldn't bring himself to look away because he figured the damage had already been done. After a couple moments, the black cat pulled out a pen and pad and wrote something down on it.

Anna said "Yeah maybe I should have said that a little faster. Well it was nice knowing you mister. And by that I mean not really." Anna waved at Zane.

Zane hearing this and decided it was really time to depart as he made his way quickly out the door and down the driveway toward the road. "That could have gone better" he said to himself as he started to sprint away as fast as he could.

Back in the house, Anna watched the black cat get down from the couch and move over to the phone to place a call. She muttered to herself "Finally I can get back to work without interlopers around."