He jumps to the side and lets me pass. Aleksandr shouts something afterme, but I’m too incensed to hear and far too agitated to stop and listen. Ijump into my car, which is the only one with the authority to park outsidethe building, and speed in the direction of Wren’s depressing little hovel.
When I get there, I take the steps two at a time until I get to her floor.There’s only one window at each stairwell, which means the hallways arepowered by a sickly orange-yellow light that makes my skin crawl.
As I head down the corridor that leads to Wren’s apartment, I notice abalding, middle-aged man standing at the wall, his ear pressed against it anda smarmy grin on his face.
He doesn’t notice me until I’m standing right on top of him.
