I walked with him—his phone still glued to his ear. Finally, he said, “We’re here. We’ll talk in a minute.” Then he ended the call and slid the phone into his pocket.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said absently.

I didn’t believe him. Not for a minute.

We headed for the elevator…and my breath caught.

The elevator. Which one did I run out of? I couldn’t remember. Not quite. But it was one of the elevators facing the lobby, because I ran straight to the lobby, to the revolving doors. Someone gave me a blazer—I have no idea who—and offered to help me.

I took the blazer but I didn’t stay for the help. I ran.

I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore.

Then blackness.

Nothing else.

Not until I woke up in a hospital ER, with stitching and bandaging over the wounds at the top of my breasts.

I held my own and walked into the elevator with Reid.

I wanted to help him. Wanted to get the focus off him. But how could I, when there was so much I still didn’t recall?

Whether I’d blocked it out or whether I’d fainted, as I must have done in the streets of Manhattan wearing nothing.

Had I been in the news?

No, or I would have read it or heard about it.

How could that happen? Why wouldn’t some paper or network pick up a story about a woman running through the streets of New York clad in only a blazer?

I shook my head.

I had as many questions for the detective as he had for me.

36

Reid

My body still felt like ice from the news I’d just gotten.

Our architects and elevator mechanics had finished their investigation into the building where I was now ascending with Zee.

No floor existed below the bottom mechanical floor.

However, they hadn’t ruled out that such a floor had existed and had been filled in. The concrete beneath the building’s foundation was suspect, and they were continuing their investigation.

I’d talk to my brother in a few minutes—and I wasn’t looking forward to telling him that Zee had found his wife’s business card on St. Andrew’s property—but first I had to see to Zee.

She stood rigid beside me.

She was frightened, for sure, but I had the feeling something else was bothering her as well. I decided not to press her, though. I couldn’t take the chance that she’d change her mind about talking to Hank Morgan.

I just hoped like hell Morgan didn’t freak her out. He was an asshole, to be sure, and bound and determined to pin this on one of us.