Chapter 13
Kord
The wind was stronger and colder as Kord trudged back down to Society Hill Towers. The wind chill must have made it about twenty-five below zero. The cold air slashed at his face and found ways into his coat, through his scarf, and under his knit cap. He berated himself for not taking the car but at this hour, parking would be a problem.
Owen had reluctantly agreed to doing an interview, particularly after Kord reminded him that being uncooperative wouldn’t look very good if the police ever got involved.
Glad to reach the entryway, Kord stepped in out of the cold. Someone entered right behind him and Kord turned to look, always on guard. The man who’d entered was mid to late twenties and not as tall as Kord. When he pulled off his cap, Kord noted his dark hair and his f
