Chapter 7

I took a deep breath and forced down the storm crashing inside my chest.

Then I opened the door, but only slightly.

It was wide enough to see each other, but narrow enough to show I wasn't about to let my guard down.

"Mr. Browning," I said, my voice colder than it had been at the exhibit. "Is there something you need?"

Frankie's gaze swept across my face like a searchlight, sharp and focused, then tried to peer past me into the apartment.

"Not going to invite me in?" he asked, voice unreadable.

"It's not a good time," I said…