No signs of life as we pulled up in front. I had my head on a swivel as I looked for the silver Audi, but there were no signs of it either. We walked around to the back of the building, stepped carefully through the debris, and once inside made our way up the stairs to the third floor. It was easier to navigate with daylight flooding in through windows and other less formal openings. We walked down the hall to where Zoe was living and Cobb rapped on the door. At first I didn’t hear anything inside, but eventually the sounds of someone moving around inside filtered through the door. A female voice — I guessed it was Zoe’s — came from just the other side of the door. “Who’s there?” “Cobb and Cullen, the two guys who were here looking for Jay Blevins the other night. We’d like to talk to you.” No answer from the voice inside the apartment and no shuffling sounds.
