Chapter 20: Is this true?

**Third person**

Amelia trudged up the creaky stairs of her townhouse, her eyes fixed on the worn carpet.

She hated this place, hated the noise, and hated the neighbors. Especially the ones blasting music at 10 p.m. and even early this morning.

She reached the top floor and slammed the door to her apartment, trying to drown out the thumping bass. But it only seemed to get louder.

"Ugh, why can't they just keep it down?" Amelia muttered to herself and flopped onto her black couch.

Just as she was about to call the landlord again, her phone rang. She hesitated, wondering who was calling this early on a Saturday morning.

But then she picked up when she saw the caller ID.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me that bitch was affiliated with Mr. Stone?" The gruff voice on the other end yelled.

His yelling startled Amelia, and she immediately sat up on her couch, her forehead wrinkling.

"What is going on?" She snapped. "And were you able to take care of her?"

He scoffed. "Are you kidding me?”