Chapter 3The Late-Night Office, That Folding Cot

He didn’t take her back to a hotel, but drove the car back to the deserted company deep in the night. In the bolted office, from the chair to that folding cot, he made her move herself. Her phone kept ringing in her bag — her boyfriend’s calls she didn’t answer. When she woke the next day, on the desk was a dried patch of stain.