Chapter Sixteen
Old fears.
The moment I stepped into the apartment, I knew what I’d find. Somehow, I knew.
Call it cop instinct, gut feeling or good old-fashioned paranoia, but as soon as I pushed through the hallway into the main living room, the scene was one of dread and familiarity.
I’d been here before and it wasn’t a place I wanted to revisit.
The room itself was large and asymmetrical, with one door leading to the hallway where I stood and another at the far end, partially closed. The kitchen, I assumed.
The walls wore dated floral wallpaper while chintzy decorations covered the surfaces of the windowsill, countertops, and tables. A thick pile carpet squished under my feet, absorbing all noise. A smell hung in the air, heavy and old, as though the place had sat vacant for some
