Angela fell asleep at eleven.
I got up very carefully and picked up my bag and my jacket and my keys and let myself out of the front door without making a sound.
I stood on the pavement outside.
The street was empty and dark and cool.
I called a taxi.
I told myself I was just going to look. Just going to sit in the car park and know he was in there and that would be enough. I won't go inside.
Just the car park.
Just knowing.
The taxi dropped me at the entrance at quarter past eleven.
I stood outside the glass doors and looked at the reception desk through them and thought about the security guards and Helena Cross and Eleanor Carver's flat palm against my cheek.
I went in through the side entrance.
The one that opened onto the corridor near the lift. The one I had used a hundre
