Alena Graedon books

The Word Exchange (2014)

Thwaite yanked open the door to 6B, he looked startled and sleep-creased. It was seven a.m., and I’d been banging. Loudly. The doorman had just called up to warn him I was on my way, he said, breathless, not inviting me in. Not, needless to say, offering me a Coke. “What do you think you’re doing...