Glanced at his watch. Thirty-two minutes. It’d taken longer than he hoped to get here, but there was time. He’d decided to check the storage room because it was, one, on his way to his doctor’s office in the hospital and, two, a logical context for her urgent call. He’d eliminated his apartment quickly. Or hers for that matter. It was possible she’d hurt herself and couldn’t reach a landline or cry out for a passerby’s attention, but highly unlikely. Given the fact that they’d been at the storage room last night, and its relative isolation, he would at least check. That her message had been cut off midsentence concerned him the most. Probably a dead battery, but what if someone had taken the phone from her? If there was one person that he identified with, it was Christy. They were about as similar as fish and fowl, but they were both loners and they shared a similar history. Truth was, he found her emotional approach to life more interesting than annoying. She was one person he honestly felt he could help.
What do You think about Identity (Eyes Wide Open)?
