The elevator pinged and the doors sighed open onto Chloe's floor. Diana stepped out in a hurry, breath clouding in the cool hallway, still tasting adrenaline from the drive. She shouldered forward, then nearly ran into Noah standing by the door, hands in his pockets, looking unexpectedly out of place in the glossy foyer.

"Hi, Diana," he said, offhand, but his eyes were earnest. "Been trying to reach you. I... look, I don't have your number, your address, anything. So I thought I'd try the long ...