A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

afford to throw that away.”

“I have to go back to work, Alan,” I said, sliding the paper into my bag.

The kitchen table was dark when Stacey came over at eight o’clock that evening. I had left the overhead light off, relying only on the small lamp by the microwave that cast a soft, yellow glow across the green linoleum.

I laid the blue document on the continue reading …