Gold returned from the kitchen a few minutes later with a couple of cold-cut sandwiches and mugs of steaming coffee. Claire examined the meager offering and pushed the plate away from her. “Now,” Evan sighed as he sat down, reaching for his cup of coffee. The first sip stung his lips, and he winced. “I…
Evan stormed straight to the bathroom, rubbing his jaw the whole way. Claire clasped her hands together and followed him. “Why did they come here, Evan?” Claire asked. Evan didn’t acknowledge her. He turned his face to the left and right in the mirror, double-checking to see if there was any lasting damage from Bobby…
Evan Gold raised himself out of his armchair and walked to the front door. A moment later, Harold Huber stormed into the living room. Evan noticed the strangled playbill in Harold’s hand. He made a mental note to have Sophie send The Webster’s front desk a nice gift for promptly delivering the message to Harold…
Claire spun around, making a quick assessment of the spartan furnishings. Her eyes finally landed back on Evan. She stared at him with pity. “Didn’t she get you flustered? Is she someone I need to worry about?” Evan looked up at Claire, smiled, took off his hat, and tossed it on the lonely table by…
The fog was an opaque white wall, much thicker than when Evan first ventured out earlier that evening. Cones of luminance spread out from the streetlamps providing the only direction in the night. The haze erased the stars and moon, making the night sky seem like a ghostly ceiling pressing in on them. The lonely…
“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…
