The Psychopath's Prisoner

Chapter 13

Daniel brought his cat over to Cheyenne's apartment. "How often do you feed him?" she asked.

"Three small portions a day. I don't want old Fin to get fat on me."

"Don't worry, he won't." She held the cat in her arms. He purred as she stroked his fur.

Daniel winked at her. "I'm not worried because I know he's in good hands."

"You barely know me. Remember? We only met a few days ago. I mean, come on. How do you know I won't harm Finnegan? After what's been happening here recently, someone else could hurt him, too. Or worse."

"He'll be fine. It's only a few days." He reached out and scratched Finnegan's ears. "Besides, I'm sure you'll both be fine."

"I hope so."

"Well, I had better get going. I'll see you when I get back." 

"Okay. Have a safe trip."

"Will do."

Daniel left. Cheyenne closed the door and turned around. The cat jumped out of her arms. "It's just you and me for a few days, Finnegan." Finnegan meowed at her. He began to rub himself around her legs. "Are you hungry?" He meowed again. She went to the kitchen and got a bowl to fill. Finnegan ran to his food.

Cheyenne moved Finnegan's things to the spare bedroom and then moved his litter box into the bathroom. Once she was done, she checked on Finnegan before she went to the couch. Cheyenne grabbed the phone and turned it over and over in her hands while she wondered about Mrs. Warner. They hadn't spoken in a little while. She made the decision to call her.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Warner?"

"Yeah. Who is this?" He sounded irritable. 

"Cheyenne Harrington."

"Oh! Hello Cheyenne." 

"Hello. Is Mrs. Warner in?" 

"Yes. I'll get her for you." 

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Cheyenne heard him put the phone down and call for Mrs. Warner.

Moments later she heard, "Cheyenne. So good to hear from you."

"How have you been?" Cheyenne wondered if Mr. and Mrs. Warner had been in an argument for him to sound so grumpy.

"Lovely, dear. Are you doing all right?"

Cheyenne noted concern in Mrs. Warner's voice. "Yeah. I'm doing really well. Would you like to go out for some lunch tomorrow? There's so much to talk about."

"Good or bad?"

"A bit of both, I'm afraid."

"Uh-oh." Mrs. Warner deadpanned the reply. 

"'Uh-oh' is about right and then some."

"Oh, my, that doesn't sound good." 

"No it isn't." Cheyenne agreed. 

"You want to talk about it now?"

"Not really. Let's talk over lunch tomorrow"

"Okay." Mrs. Warner agreed. "Why don't you come over for lunch? I'll whip something up."

"I can bring something. You needn't worry about it."

"No, no, no. I'll fix lunch here. Your company will be quite enough."