I sped onto Beacon Street. The moonlight illuminated my path. The glass doors of the high-rise slid open. I put one foot into the building. The second one followed reluctantly. The light in the foyer was off, only a dim emergency one shown that the front desk was empty.
Soft music filled the air. An eerie feeling gave me stomach cramps. The melody sounded familiar, but I couldn"t put my finger on it. I looked over my shoulder. Everything seemed normal. I wasn’t sure what I expected to see. I straightened up, shrugged off the eerie feeling, and pressed the button for the elevator.
The lift moved me upward, level by level. I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes. The hum of the elevator relaxed me. My mind drifted towards Van. His face popped up in my inner eye. His smeared make-up contorted
