The train finally spits me out at my stop. I take the stairs two at a time, emerging into the cold night air. My lungs burn with the December chill as I run. The crumpled newspaper is still clutched in my fist and little snippets of Jillian’s story keep spiraling through my head.
Several items were also recovered…
Maybe there’s still time. If I can just warn him, we can buy ourselves a chance to figure this out together, like he promised we would.
I meant it. Did he?
Then I round the corner onto his street and realize there will be no doing anything together anymore.
The street is a bath of strobing red and blue lights. NYPD cruisers are parked haphazardly choke off the whole block, along with unmarked sedans and a black SUV that can only be FBI. Yellow crime scene tape cordons off th
