Unable to move or process anything he had just witnessed, Smith watched the taillights of the Rolls fade in his rearview mirror.
“Wynn!” Smith yelled, knocking continuously as hard as he could on her door. “I’m not leaving until you open up!” He stopped his banging when he heard movement from inside.
“Knock it off!” she called from inside her apartment. “You’re gonna wake up the whole floor!” She flung her door open. “Go home and sober up,” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Smith pushed her out of the way and barged into her living room.
“Or … come in.”
“I gotta tell you what I just saw.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
Smith looked at the clock above her couch, and it read 11:18. “I dunno. Your clock’s dead.”
“I should call the police. You barging in here like this. I’m sur
