I pulled up to the spot and killed the engine. The night was cold and windy, the kind where the streetlights flicker like they are too tired to keep shining. I stepped out and looked around.
The bowling salon across the street was still open, music leaking through the glass. To the right, shops lined the block, all closed. Only one apartment building stood at the end of the row. Old. Ugly. A place that looked like it never received sunlight.
I walked toward it.
Because the wind was so heavy, the old metal door didn't shut all the way. It clanged with every gust. I easily slipped in.
No elevator. Just narrow stairs that creaked under my shoes.
Door five. End of the corridor. Emilia's place.
My heartbeat picked up. Excited. Nervous. A little sick. This was the closest I had ever been to Guy's actual secrets.
I exhaled, knocked three times, and immediately went down the stairs, hiding in the shadow where the wall curved.
The door opened.
