Despite the lateness of the hour, Luke couldn’t go home without checking the address Amelia had given him. To his surprise and relief, it was there. What did it mean? It sure wasn’t the address listed on her employment records. He could postulate that the PDA belonged to a friend, but how had she gotten the keys? It made his head hurt to think about it. He looked at his watch. It was after two in the morning. If she was in there, she’d be asleep. If she was in there, he needed to know she was all right. He needed to look at her with the Prudence photograph in mind. He sighed. He just needed to see her again. Oh boy.
Finally, he tapped lightly on the door. When there was no answer, he tried a couple of the keys. One released the lock, letting him push the door open.
“Amelia?” Nothing. He
