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Her blood turned to ice.

An impulsive, stupid idea bloomed in her damp head. "That's my landlord," she lied, holding up the paper. "He lives in 204. He's expecting me. I must have dropped the address." heyzo heyzo-2002 part1

He gestured toward the building. "There's a payphone in the lobby of number 3. Old building, but the line still works." Her blood turned to ice

The door swung open. It was the man from the lobby. The one with the umbrella. But his glasses were off now. His tired face was gone, replaced by a sharper, more focused expression. "He lives in 204

A shadow fell over her. A man, tall and lean, holding a large black umbrella. He had a calm, almost tired face, with glasses that were speckled with rain.

The man looked at her, then at the rain lashing the windows, then back at her exhausted face. He shrugged. "The super leaves a master key under the mat for deliveries. Third floor, left."

Apartment 204 was sparse. A fold-out couch, a stack of photography magazines, a kitchen counter with a single coffee cup. But it was warm. And dry.