Chapter 37: Sofia

I scan Roman's one-bedroom apartment, trying to absorb every minute detail.

He lives in the city near the Loop, about two blocks from the El. We've been here for forty minutes, and I've already heard two trains rumble past.

Roman lurks in front of the door. I get the feeling he wants to give me a quick tour and escort me out. Well, that's not going to happen. It took three weeks to get him to this point, and I'm not about to be rushed now that I'm here.

"I told you there wasn't much to see," he says.

I throw a smile over my shoulder and meander around, looking for anything that will give me insight into who this man is. "It's nice."

He snorts but doesn't argue.

The living room has a small brown leather couch and matching chair crammed into it with an end table wedged between them. A large flat-screen television is attached to the wall across from the seating arrangement. Other than that, the space is bare. No posters or art hang on the stark white walls, and there aren't any