Despite the fact that she’d been up since the early-morning hours, she still felt too wired to sleep. The discovery that Joy Rourke had really existed, her tense words with Grayson—all of it continued to weigh on her. As did the repeated news reports on Karen Diambro’s disappearance. With a sigh, she glanced at the laptop on the coffee table in front of her. She’d been working on a story about a recent string of downtown muggings for the paper’s online edition. Violence was everywhere, it seemed. At the knock on the door, she tensed. It was after 10:00 p.m. and she knew Will was out at a Chamber of Commerce cocktail party with Justin. She went cautiously into the foyer and looked through the peephole. Eric stood on the landing. Mia disarmed the security system. “What happened?” she asked, her eyes going to the angry scratch on his right cheekbone as he stepped inside. He had changed from the jeans and T-shirt she had seen him in earlier that day.
