Something is wrong. Kate went around the block once more, looking for a place to park. Something is very wrong. And it made her palms sweat, the steering wheel slippery.
Why were both cars parked in front with the apartment completely dark? It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. They wouldn’t have gone to bed this early. Near Clark Street, Kate found a parking space.
She hurried up Fullerton, pulling her coat tighter. It was almost November and frost warnings were out for the night. Gone was the aroma of damp leaves. The air smelled cold, vaporizing in front of her face with each hurried breath she took.
A few steps away from the front steps, Kate didn’t want to go any closer. Her heart thudded. Her hands felt clammy. She had an almost overpowering urge to turn and run back to the car, dig he
