By the time Charlie got back to Renee's apartment building, his feet were unbelievably sore. He couldn't wait to get back up to her apartment and take a load off on her sofa.
He rode the elevator up to the tenth floor and walked down to the door labeled 1005. That was Renee's apartment.
He sifted through her purse and found the door key. But when he used it, it didn't work. He took the key out and looked at it. Was that the same key? He tried it again, but it didn't work this time either.
"Excuse me," a woman said.
Charlie turned and saw her approaching him. "Yes?"
"Are you trying to get into Mr. Wilkenson's apartment?"
"Mr. Wilkenson? No, this is my apartment."
"I've been living on this floor for the last three years. I don't know you."
"I'm Renee. This is my apartment. I just left here less than a half hour ago."
At that moment, the neighbor's door opened and the woman who lived there came out. Charlie walked towards her.
"You saw me, right?"
"What?"
"You saw me in the hallway. Just a half hour ago. You were with your daughter."
"I'm sorry. I've never seen you before." She looked Charlie up and down, then shook her head and walked away.
"I don't understand."
"I think maybe you should leave," the first woman said. "Families live here. It's no place for whores." She turned around and left.
Apparently, when Renee switched lifestyles with that hooker, she didn't just get her clothes, but also her job and her place of residence.
But if Renee no longer lived here, then where did she live?
