6:43 pm.
On a street of bland concrete skyscrapers, the headquarters for Silver Pharma stands out as a pristine spike of white marble. It towers above the landscape like a scalpel about to slice through Manhattan. I approach the doors.
Locked. Again.
For the second time in as many hours, I fail to enter the building. Although it’s a weekday, the place appears deserted. Even the lobby security guard is gone. Clearly, the Gray Woman—or rather, Dr. Silver—is up to something.
Best to make something clear.
Best to make something clear.I focus on the nearest security camera. “I’ll return tomorrow at dawn. Open these doors, or I’ll enter one of your old caves and summon you.” To emphasize the point, I grab the bronze handle so tightly, it snaps in two. “I can enter this place at any time. My
