Page 74 of I Will Find You

“No. I didn’t want to upset him.”

“Did you say anything?”

“Like what?”

“Like who are you, what are you doing here, get out of my apartment, anything?”

She thought about that. When Paramedic Annie came back over with the juice, she smiled and thanked her.

“Mrs. Winslow?”

Again calling her by the old name.

“I may have. I probably did. But it all happened so fast. He ran to my window and threw it open.”

“Right to the window,” Max said. “Without a word.”

“Yes.”

“And the window,” Max said. “It was in your bedroom, right?”

“Right.”

“The windows in your main room, the living room, are closer to the door, right?”

“I don’t know. I never measured the distance. I guess they are.”

“But they don’t lead to fire escapes, do they?”

“That’s right.”

“Only the one in your bedroom does,” Max said. He tilted his head to the right. “How do you think Burroughs knew that?”

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t tell him?” Max asked.

“Of course not. Maybe he got the lay of the building beforehand.”

“Are you aware that David Burroughs escaped from custody just this morning?”

“One of the nice police officers told me that.”

“You didn’t know before?”

“No, of course not. How would I?”

“I called your phone thirty minutes ago and left a voice message.”

“Oh, really? I never answer my phone. It’s always some con man trying to scam an old lady. I let it go to voicemail, and truth be told? I don’t even know how voicemail works.”

Max stared at her. He was buying none of this.

“Why do you think Burroughs came directly to you?”

“Pardon?”

“First thing. He gets out. He drives to New York City. He comes to see you. Why do you think that is?”

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