Chapter Fifteen
Gillian’s apartment was buzzed at 4:55 Friday afternoon. It was a breathless June day, too hot for so early in the summer. There’d been a thousand concerns in her mind as she flew into her apartment at 4:30. She’d hoped for a calming glass of wine or time to sit and meditate, or maybe even take a hot bath. But things with the Bellamy lawsuit kept coming up all afternoon, and by the time she finally got out of the office—on her self-declared vacation—there was no time at all for anything but a quick shower, a change of clothes and a fast blow-dryer to her hair. Still, she felt sticky afterwards as though she’d not bothered with any of that. Obviously the air-conditioning in her apartment was on the fritz. She was about to call the landlord about having it fixed when the buz
