A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

watch again, the metal band clicking against the wood of the table. “I don’t keep track of the specific houses. That’s why we hire professionals.”

“You signed the invoice on Tuesday,” I said, my voice dropping. “At two o’clock.”

Alan stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the green linoleum, the sound echoing through the quiet house. His face continue reading …