Isobel scanned the apartment buzzers until she found the one she wanted, but before she could press it, a woman exiting the building held the door open for her. Isobel smiled a thank you and rode the elevator to the fourth floor.
There was no answer when she knocked. She knew James was there because he'd answered the phone, although he'd hung up without saying anything. That had struck her as odd, and she'd found herself suddenly concerned for his wellbeing. As she stood outside the closed door, she felt certain something was wrong. She pounded on the door with both fists until he finally yanked it open.
The smell of alcohol was so strong that Isobel had to take a step back. James's gaze hovered blearily over her head as if he were expecting someone taller.
"Tol' you goway!"
"James? It's me!"