Chapter 35 The Meeting

• In hindsight, my first move should have been to call the police. If I had been thinking straight, I would have called the cops. Instead, I ran over to Barnett’s apartment and started pounding on the door, hoping he had spent the night there.
• To my relief, he opened the door. He looked as though he had just been about to leave and was surprised to find my fist in front of his chest.
• “Anna? What’s wrong?” Barnett asked.