A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

leaves across the asphalt.

A silver sedan pulled into the spot directly opposite mine, its tires crunching on the gravel.

Alan got out of the driver’s seat, rotating his silver watch on his wrist.

He was supposed to be in Cleveland until Friday morning.

I opened my car door and stepped out, holding my car keys tightly in my hand.

Alan walked toward me, continue reading …