#Chapter 240 Truth Will Out

Andrew had me drive to the outer reaches of the city and into a rich, gated apartment complex. Other than to give me directions, he did not say a single word unless I spoke first. He stared out the windshield the entire way, his expression unreadable. We parked in one of the residents’ spots near the front of the complex. After we left my car, Andrew grabbed my hand and dragged me up to apartment 5A, on the top floor. “Andrew, where are we?” I asked as I stumbled to catch up to him. “My apartment,” he replied. “You have an apartment? But why—” He put a finger to my lips and stared at me intensely. My heart leapt into my throat, and I could no longer speak. Slowly, he opened the door and pulled me inside. A luxurious three-bedroom flat, Andrew’s apartment had been decorated like the presidential suite at the Lexington Hotel. The walls had been painted black, and the floor was made of ebony. Crimson satin curtains hung from the windows, matching crimson armchairs and loveseat sat i