Chapter 48
I slept till almost 3 P.M., then woke up, took a shower and poured myself a shot of Grey Goose. I needed some liquid courage to face Astrida, especially considering that I would be expected to record the interview.
When I rang the buzzer for her apartment, I was at first relieved when she didn’t answer. But then I heard her voice. “Astrida Wright.” She sounded sad and exhausted, as if she hadn’t slept since the last time we spoke.
“I know you don’t want to talk to me,” I said. “But I have no choice. It’s FBI business.”
She didn’t say anything, but she buzzed me in. I went up to her apartment, acutely aware of how happy she had been to greet me there and how recently it had been. This conversation was certainly not going to restore that lost happiness.
“Do you have a warrant
