Chapter 11
When the elevator doors opened again, we walked out into a tiny glass vestibule, its single door spilling us out into a winter wonderland.
So much snow had fallen the last few days it took me several seconds to figure out where we were.
“It’s the topiary garden.” Of course it was. Not knowing what else to do, I looked up, finding a familiar people-burning giant, and pointed. “That way. I know there’s a door back inside just over there.”
I dragged Vic through the accumulated snow. Maybe it was something about how the buildings were situated, how the wind bounced around the walls, but the snow was up to my ankles and some of the drifts reached mid-calf.
“We need to call the police,” Vic was telling me, but I was pretty sure this wasn’t the time. “I think Skinner killed Dr. Jo
