At thirteen minutes past one in the morning, the bedroom door opened.
A strip of hallway light moved across the floor. A man stepped inside carrying a narrow black case in one hand. He moved through the room with the quiet confidence of someone who knew the route. He closed the door behind him without letting it click. He did not come to my side of the bed. He went directly to Elena.
Every muscle in my body went rigid.
He bent toward her and said in a low voice that it would only take a minute.
Elena’s eyes squeezed shut.
