A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

only her fingertips showed.

I opened the top kitchen drawer, moved the coupons and the spare lightbulbs aside, and slid the heavy tablet into the dark corner of the drawer.

The house was cold by three in the morning. I sat at the kitchen table with a mug of reheated coffee that had gone cold, staring at the dark window.

The wind was rattling the loose continue reading …