I did not know yet what I was saving her from, only that the not-knowing was unbearable and I would rather break down a door than sit with it one more hour.

Chapter 12 — 447 Pine

I reached the building at a quarter to five and left my car in a loading zone.

I crossed the lobby past a startled concierge and rode the elevator up, the parking receipt in my fist with a suite number scrawled on the back.

402.

The fourth-floor hallway was hushed, the deep quiet of an expensive building, thick carpet swallowing my footsteps.