ONE ELEVATOR RIDE TO the top floor and security guard passkey later, we’re standing in Brian Dohrmann’s apartment.
As soon as Hank closes the door, Helen hisses, “I thought I told you to stay quiet.”
“We were running out of time, so I decided to move things along,” I whisper.
“I had things under control!”
“I don’t know what you’re upset about, we’re here aren’t we? Now, let’s get what we came for and get the hell out of here.”
“Don’t turn on the light,” Helen whispers. She then pulls out a small but powerful flashlight and leads me directly to the bedroom.
The bed is unmade. I’m determined not to look at it, not to give a setting to my most dreadful thoughts. But my eyes are drawn to it. I see the rumpled sheets, the pillows tossed carelessly about.
She was here, with him, not that
