If Lara was hiding anywhere, Mira’s apartment was the most reasonable place to start. Maybe she had shown up there—shaken, overwhelmed, unable to think straight. The thought carried him across town, each red light stretching the night thinner and tighter around him.
When he reached the building, he hesitated only long enough to steady his breathing before climbing the stairs. He paused at Mira’s door, then knocked firmly. Waited. Knocked again. Silence.