I stopped in front of one that was exceptional for its lack of color. “Except this one. The one with the muted blues and grays. ‘In the Forests of the Night.’” I looked up to find her busying herself in the kitchen. “William Blake?”
“Elisa Lam,” she said, and joined me—or at least came to within about 10 feet of me, the gun still in her hand. “Are you familiar with it? The case, I mean.”
“Sure, I guess,” I said, having read about it before the Flashback. “She was the girl found in the water tank, at the Cecil Hotel. The one in the viral video—where she’s behaving oddly outside the elevator, contorting her hands.”
“The Cecil Hotel, that’s right,” said Naomi. “Just motioning and gesticulating—as if someone were in the hallway with her, although we never see anything. And then, weeks later
