Chapter Thirty-OneBeverly Phillips was surprised to hear the buzzer to her apartment sound. She didn't get many visitors and she wasn't expecting anyone. “Yes,” she said.
“May I come in, please?”
“Who is it?
“You don't know me, but it's very important. It won't take long.”
It was a cultured, non-threatening, middle-aged female voice. Beverly buzzed her in.
When she looked through the peephole, she saw an unremarkable, unimposing white woman who appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was dressed in a black suit that was perfectly tailored and obviously very expensive, and she seemed to be lost in thought. Two white strangers visiting her in one day was more than unusual. Maybe this woman is not lost in thought but just lost, she thought.
“Yes?” she said after she ope
