Alexis

“Hank? You in here?” Boone asks as we enter. 

Surprisingly, it's bright, well-kept, and clean inside. Nothing shines in an architectural way, but the neatness of the place does impress me. A few pictures hang on the walls along with a couple of awards. I don't have time to study them before I hear someone speaking.

“Yeah,” a deep voice says from behind a door. “Be right there.”

On instinct, I smooth my shirt down my torso and ...