C38 CHAPTER 37

“Emily. Open up.” I pound on the door at the end of the hall on the sixth floor. The third time I knock, it swings wide to reveal Rica. “She’s not here, lover boy.” “Do you know when she’s getting back?” She shrugs, glancing over her shoulder. “Few days, I think. She asked me to feed Heath.” The goldfish circles his tank as if everything’s right with the world. It’s not right