A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

you late three nights in a row, Alan?” I asked.

“I told you, it is the Toledo expansion project,” he said, heading toward the kitchen.

At half past eleven, the bedroom was dark except for the amber glow of the streetlamp outside our window. Alan lay beside me, his breathing heavy and even, his back turned toward my side of the bed.

I lay awake, staring continue reading …