Chapter 231

The walk across the seventh floor had never felt so long. It was late and only a couple of employees were around.

"How is it even possible?" a man said. "There's no color. It's totally flat."

"Creeped me right out," his co-worker replied, nodding hello as she passed me.

"What did?" I said.

"The exterior of the House," the woman said. "A few hours ago it went kind of dead-looking."

"How weird." I hustled Mrs. Hudson out of there, beelining straight for the elevators. Shit. I'd broken Levi.

My sense of responsibility caught up with me somewhere between my fifth and sixth stab of the call button. "We should check on him in case he's stroked out or something. That would be bad."

Mrs. Hudson barked, up for anything.