It was dark in the foyer. Allison didn’t come in until eight and those who scheduled earlier sessions had to fend for themselves. Dark, cavernous spaces never spooked me, but that morning I was already nervous, and I didn’t like being there alone or hearing my footsteps echo on the marble. Flipping every light switch I passed, I unlocked the annex door and then went upstairs to my office. The shadows receded. The furnishings took on their everyday appearances. It was cold, too, the way an empty building is before everyone arrives and fills it. After sleeping less than four hours, I should have been exhausted. But between an espresso, which I’d drunk too quickly while I got dressed, and being unnerved by the empty building, I was wired. Everything that was bothering me was bouncing around in my brain. I sat down at my desk, checked my watch and picked up the phone. He answered in the middle of the first ring. “Bob, I’m in my office.” “I’m in the garage.” “I left the annex door open.
