Chapter 18
“Get your coat.”
Three words through my door at 7:30 p.m. and then his footsteps retreated down the hall.
I stood in the doorway for a moment.
Then, I got my coat anyway.
He was already at the front door, dressed when I came downstairs. He held keys in his hand, the easy readiness of someone who had already made a decision. I was about to ask him.
“Don’t ask,” he said, and opened the door.
I got in the car.
We drove into the city. After a long drive, we stopped in a neighboring town, and it was very quiet over here—a small restaurant with its regular customers.
We parked on a side street and walked to a building with nothing on the front except a door and a handwritten arrow above it pointing up.
Adrian pushed the door open without hesitating.
The bar was on the roof
