Chapter 5

I was starting to relax when the door to the stairwell suddenly swung open.

A face that looked like it belonged in a magazine appeared in the doorway.

She was rocking a deep gray cashmere coat, a silk scarf around her neck, and holding some designer bag I couldn't even recognize.

Lane stood in the doorway, watching me as I squatted on the stairs.

I looked back at her.

We stared at each other for about three seconds.

"Henry?" she called out.

"Hello, Mrs. Sinclair," I said. My voice was barely there.

She walked over, grabbed my arm, and pulled…