A chill ran down Evan’s spine. This didn’t feel like the rambling of a senile man. It was the fear of someone who knew something no one else did. “What are you talking about? I have to be at the office by eight, we have the merger…” “To hell with the merger!” Calder interrupted, his voice cracking into a high-pitched whisper. “If you walk out that door, they will use you. And you won’t come back.”
Before Evan could ask another question, the old man shoved the door with his shoulder, forcing Evan to slam it shut, and whispered through the wood: “Stay away from the windows. Kill the lights. And for God’s sake, do not answer your phone.”