CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was eight twenty when they arrived at Vernon Wilcox’s apartment. Ironically, it was just a block away from the apartment complex they had visited to speak with Malcolm Morgan. Like Morgan’s apartment, there was a decent view of the mountains and ridges from Wilcox’s apartment complex.
Again, Mackenzie allowed Timbrook to take the lead. They walked to his second-floor apartment, down a well-lit hallway in a nice and expensive-looking building. Timbrook knocked on the door and as they waited for an answer, Mackenzie could see her younger self in Timbrook—which was odd, as Timbrook was at least three years older than she was. But she saw a determined woman, made even more determined by the obstacles in the workplace and, perhaps, even a desire to move on to greener pastur
