He was growing increasingly agitated. “I should never have let her go in there alone.” “And having both of you missing would be better?” asked Pastor Smith. “She might have turned it off herself.” “Or someone might have turned it off for her,” retorted Chris. “It’s been almost an hour and a half since she walked in there.” Again Chris pulled out his binoculars. From their vantage point on the fourth floor of the parking garage, they had a clear view of the main entrance of the Davidson building. Serena was nowhere in sight. Chris looked up through the snow toward the 31st floor. He couldn’t make out much from here, just offices with people milling about. He looked still higher to the 32nd floor. All of the windows on that floor were shuttered. From here it looked like one whole floor had been left vacant, but Chris knew better. It was then that Julio stepped away from the edge and walked back toward the middle of the garage. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
