A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

answer. He walked past me into the dark hallway, his shoes clicking against the floorboards, and opened the front door.

I stood by the kitchen window, my fingers resting on the cold glass. The red taillights of Alan’s sedan flared twice as he backed out, then vanished down the driveway into the autumn dark.

I arrived at the real estate office at ten continue reading …