Exactly one week before her lunch with Yana, almost to the minute, Sarah had made herself a vow. That was when she had visited 102, Massachusetts Avenue, to give Ryan the last of the paperwork about his grandmother's house; the house where James Parker had killed Diana Walter; and it had also been the same place where to show his gratitude to her, Ryan had kissed her.
Because of a distressing tendency to pass out every time Ryan came into her personal space, Sarah had promised herself then, that if she survived with her virtue and sanity intact, she would stay away from him in the future. It was with the utmost trepidation that she dialed the only telephone number she had of him, and waited for someone to pick up on the other end of the line.
"Storage," a gruff voice grunted. Sarah hesit
