“I’m surprised to see you. Twice in one day!” Claire Porter said as she let Evan into her apartment. She dressed in the same yellow housecoat, and her feet wore slippers capped with peacock feathers on their toes. However, her face bore a light coat of makeup, and her hair looked fixed, so Evan wasn’t…
It was a long half-hour before Evan Gold left his office to go about his evening. The sun was down before Evan decided to leave his office. The air was thick and clung to everything. Evan looked up at a streetlight and noticed wisps of impossibly tiny droplets swirling in the light. The fog was…
Evan stared at the brown-suited man sleeping peacefully on his office floor and shook his head before searching his pockets. Harold Huber was not carrying anything close to ten-thousand dollars. Evan thought the offer was too good to be true, yet he was mildly disappointed since he’d never seen that much money in one place…
It took a while for Evan to make his way back to the office. His conversation with Claire Porter had gotten under his skin the way only a woman could accomplish. He didn’t like it. He didn’t appreciate her damsel-in-distress routine and the obvious pull at his emotions. However, there seemed to be some truth…
Claire Porter drew a deep breath and walked away from the window before continuing. “I met Mr. Charles at The Broadway like we’d arranged, like I told you and Mr. Silver that morning, and we went for a walk. It was damp, and I got chilled, so I asked that we go by my hotel…
Evan stepped up to the bank of apartment buzzers at the front door of The Walnut Grove Apartments and double-checked the apartment before pressing the button. Sure enough, WOLF was the name above the buzzer. “Who is it?” Came a woman’s voice over the tiny speaker. “Evan Gold, Miss Wolf.” A moment later, Evan heard…
Evan turned south on Commercial toward the new residence of Molly Brandt or Wolf. He hoped she could keep this new name long enough for them to meet again. As he made his way through the foggy streets, he attempted to assemble the odd-shaped pieces of the past twenty-four hours. The picture was missing more…
Evan stepped out onto the street in front of his office building and looked up at the sky. The fog was so thick by that point that it had erased the top floors of the bell tower at Athens State University. Evan felt closed in by the misty ceiling and thought it fit his mood…
It was ten-thirty by the time Evan had laid down, got up, put himself together and, entered his office. All the while, his mind took its sweet time getting up to speed and was barely able to maneuver his face into a smile when he saw Sophie Landis positioned at her desk, pleasantly sorting through…
Outside his apartment building, Evan spied two men standing by the front door. They stood under a streetlamp, giving Evan plenty of opportunities to get a bead on them before the fog made him visible. The first man leaned all his weight on the lamppost and stared at his shoes. The other man paced like…
