Ardashir’s car was gone by the time they reached the bottom of the stairs. The sun was already in the sky but had not crested the top of the buildings across the street yet.

Lavinia had expected Arashir to run as soon as she freed him from the obligation of helping her. Still, she hadn’t thought about her own car.

Her keys had been among Casey’s possessions, which they found in a cardboard box in the kitchenette. They left fairly quickly once their moment of ...