Chapter FourteenThree days later, Trevor stood in front of a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. The midday December sun struggled to push its rays through angry gray clouds. He eyed the sky one more time and shivered in the damp air. Would the sleet hold off until he returned to the station? He pulled the dark green muffler tighter around his neck and knocked at the door.
A woman bustled past him without a glance. Bundled in an oversized navy-blue wool coat, she clutched a brown paper package against her chest with red-mitten-clad hands. A few steel-colored wisps of hair straggled out from under a blue knit cap. Her worn black brogans had seen many seasons of use. Trevor watched her disappear around the corner then turned toward the door as it swung open.
He held up his identity
