Chapter 3Steve’s phone rang at exactly nine-thirty Tuesday morning. When he answered, Jace asked, “Where are you?”
“Getting ready to head to work, of course,” Steve grumbled. “I didn’t realize you’d expect me to leave precisely at nine-thirty. I’ll see you, or you’ll see me in five. Does that work?”
“Oh boy, someone’s a morning grouch.”
“Not normally, but…Oh, never mind. If we keep talking I’ll never get out of here.” He ended the call, gathered up what he was taking with him, including the costume sketches he’d made, and armed the security. After locking the door, he went down to the garage. All the lights were working, and one of the other residents was on their way out, which made Steve feel a bit safer as he crossed to his car and got in.
He looked for Jace’s car when he drove out
