January 2017
The clanging metal door swung shut behind Adam. And immediately, a hundred different smells assailed him. Burnt meals, cigarette smoke, mildew, and the sticky-sweet scent of laundry intermingled. Then, somewhere in the darkened building, a baby shrieked, shrill, and loud. The voice of the frustrated mother, silencing them, followed.
Sighing, Adam began his climb to the correct apartment. Head down, keeping to the back stairs. Not a single soul passed him as he trudged to his destination, grumbling under his breath.
Eight A.M. in the goddamn morning. And this had to be the last thing Adam wanted to be doing and dressed like a choir boy to boot. Hence, his disguise of pressed khakis and a navy blue sweater vest; in the back of his pants, a semi-automatic, and a stack of pamph
