IT DOESN"T TAKE LONG to make up my mind. As soon as the call ended, the duplex"s walls cave in followed by an anxiety attack and an urgent need to flee. Then I realize the District of Columbia is where I need to be, close to campus so I can dig up information about Hunter. The proximity of Kalorama Road might jolt my memory.
Promptly, I call Lisa back, accept her invitation, pack an overnight bag, and leave Nikki a note. Running away to D.C. is impulsive and uncharacteristic, but I"m tired of feeling anxious and guessing. I can"t spend my life wondering about that night. I need to know what happened. Without further thought, I escape to the garage and my steel gray Audi, which I haven"t driven since the layoff.
Exiting the city, my breath grows lighter, and my head clearer, watching skys
