Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
We walked down the concrete stairs in the dark, using the light from my phone to find the steps. The office trailer was dark when we passed it, the yellow light from the security sign casting a long shadow across the gravel lot.
The drive back to Cherry Creek was longer, the evening rush hour slowing the traffic to a crawl near the highway entrance. We did not speak, the radio playing a quiet jazz station that neither of us was listening to.
When we pulled into the driveway of the brick house, the security lights turned on, flooding the garage doors with a bright, white glare. The house looked larger in the dark, its white pillars standing out against the brick like pale bones.
I unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The air inside was cool and smelled of nothing at all, the heat turned down to sixty-two degrees while I was gone.
“I will start in the bedroom,” Mia said, taking her coat off and hanging it on the hook by the door.
“The boxes are in the hall closet,” I said.
