ELIJAH'S POV
I stared at the phone for a long moment, then looked up at Wayne. He was watching me with professional curiosity.
"Meeting's over. Handle the Deborah situation however you see fit. I have somewhere I need to be."
I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. Wayne's voice followed me into the hallway.
"What about…"
"I trust you can handle it yourself, Wayne. You are efficient."
The elevator seemed to take forever. I jabbed at the lobby button like that would make it move faster. Third Street downtown. That could be anywhere. A dozen bars, maybe more. And Imogen had sounded... broken.
My car was in the executive parking garage. I drove out into traffic with no particular destination in mind except a general direction. Third Street ran for miles through the heart of Portland. I'd have to check every bar until I found her.
