THE LATCH wasn't closed when Dolly attempted to open the door. It creaked loudly in the empty hallway. Dolly didn't like the foreboding fear in her guts. Max was still waiting for her, and it was her decision to talk to Fin alone.

His aggressive mode can last the whole night but after it, he miraculously calms for the day. Dolly can only hope that this time is one of those fortunate days she had.

Fin's crouching body greeted Dolly when she took a step inside. The man was silently massaging his own temples while seated on their threadbare two person sofa.

Dolly felt weird. There were days when she...