"The symphony?" he said, skepticism lacing his voice.

"Trust me," Addison said, taking his hand and pulling him around the side of the building toward the musician's entrance.

She dug around in her purse, past the bag of chess pieces until she felt her keychain and pulled out her set of keys. Feeling the ridges with her sensitive fingers, she chose the correct one, fit it in the deadbolt and turned the key. She pushed the door open and swiftly disarmed the alarm. She ...