Kaine pressed the buzzer for Gwen's apartment. Her voice crackled through the intercom almost immediately.
"That was fast."
"Had motivation," he replied grimly.
The door buzzed open, and he and Marcus climbed three flights of stairs to her floor. The hallway smelled of coffee and old books, punctuated by the faint scent of something burning in a kitchen somewhere.
Gwen opened her door before he could knock, her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and there were dark circles under her eyes. Research mode. He recognized the signs.
"You look like hell," she said by way of greeting.
"Feel worse. That coffee I smell better be strong enough to wake the dead."
"Considering your condition, that might be literal." She stepped aside to let them in. "I've got a full pot brewing, plus some sandwiches. Figured we'd be here a while."
