I put a call in to Jake but it went straight to his voicemail. I left him an urgent message. Jake was known for his creativity and had access to my Toyota stored in a nearby garage. But when did this become part of the plan?
I sat around most of the morning waiting for Jake’s call. Then I threw a load of laundry in the washer—still waiting. By noon, I started to pace the living room and knew I had to get out of the apartment. I drove over to Alec’s building on the off chance he was home. It wasn’t likely for a weekday. He’d most likely be at Loglines.
I buzzed the intercom for his apartment on the fifteenth floor.
No answer.
Figuring I’d leave him a note, I pressed several buttons, and someone buzzed me into the lobby.
I rode up in the elevator to his floor.
Alec’s door was partially
