Jenny Plague-Bringer: (Jenny Pox #4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

dark oak floor.
    The doorbell rang again.  Jenny looked through the peephole lens, but she didn’t recognize
     the girl outside.  The apartment building had a full-time security staff, so the only
     way the girl could be inside the building was if she was a resident or an approved
     visitor.  Jenny guessed the girl was visiting someone else, but had accidentally approached
     the wrong door.
    Jenny stepped back.  The girl would surely double-check the apartment number and realize
     her mistake.  There were three other apartments on the same floor.
    Jenny decided to return to the small extra bedroom she used as a studio, play a record,
     and resume her latest attempt at making art.  Then she decided to wait until the strange
     girl left, since playing the record would make it obvious that she was home.
    The doorbell rang a third time.  Jenny looked out again, feeling suspicious—though
     officially dead, she and Seth were actually on the run from the United States government. 
     It was always possible  someone had discovered they were alive and living in Paris. 
    The girl didn’t look like any kind of police or law enforcement, though.  She looked
     no older than Jenny, with dark Mediterranean skin, deep auburn hair and sea-green
     eyes.  Unlike most law enforcement officers, she wore a short choker dress with vivid
     purple designs.  The bright dress was damped down by the long black coat she wore
     over it. 
    Despite her revealing dress, the girl also wore purple lace gloves that reached well
     up her forearms.
    She rang the doorbell a fourth time, still not figuring out she was at the wrong apartment. 
     She was probably just some random pretty airhead, Jenny decided, who couldn’t be bothered
     to read the door number.
    Jenny pulled on her own gloves and opened the door, but not too far.  The girl was
     in heels, too.  She probably wasn’t here to capture Jenny.  Jenny looked out at her,
     but didn’t say anything.
    A bright smile had bloomed on the girl’s face as the door opened, but now it died. 
     The girl’s mouth dropped open in confusion. That’s right, genius, Jenny thought. You’ve been annoying the wrong apartment.
    “ Bon jour ,” the girl said, uncertainly.
    “ Bon jour ,” Jenny replied.
    The girl looked at her for a moment, then continued, hesitantly, speaking in French,
     but not with a native accent. “I am sorry.  I am looking for a young man.”
    A second possibility flared into Jenny’s mind, hot and angry.  Maybe the girl didn’t
     have the wrong apartment.  Maybe she did know Seth, and she was the kind of friend
     that Seth chose to keep secret from Jenny...
    “What sort of young man?” Jenny asked.
    “He is this tall or so.” The girl held a hand above her head.  Jenny looked again
     at the lacy purple glove clinging to her fingers. “Blond, handsome, shoulders like
     this, a muscular build.  Eyes are blue, like...” The girl gazed at Jenny’s eyes. “You
     must know him.”
    Jenny shook her head. “You have the wrong address.”
    “No, I am certain...” The girl pushed Jenny’s door open—quite rudely, Jenny thought—and
     took in their apartment with her strange, intense green eyes. “Yes.  This is just
     as I have seen it.”
    “Seen it when?” Jenny asked.
    “It would make no sense to explain.”  The girl shook her head. “I do not understand. 
     Perhaps I am too early.”
    “Too early for what?”
    The girl studied Jenny again. “Do you have any plans to move out?  Is someone else
     moving here in the future?”
    “I have no real plans either way,” Jenny said. “When have you seen my apartment before?”
    “You live here alone?  There is no boy as I described?”
    “If there were a boy like that here, I would be too busy to answer the door,” Jenny
     told her, and the girl laughed.
    Then the girl looked off into the distance, down the short hall to the elevator. 
     Her eyes seemed to cloud over.
    “I don’t understand,”