ANNIE
Susan lived in a swanky three-building complex on the East Side. Kameron explained to me that his company had built the complex back when his father ran the company, and later sold it to an Indian investor group. The three buildings flanked a central courtyard, and catered only to the over-fifty population.
Kam squeezed my hand tightly before he gripped his crutches and made his way into the lobby. He was trying to hide his tension, but it was there in the stiff set of his shoulders, and the tick in his square jaw. I also noticed that his security detail was on full alert. Two men followed us to the elevator, while more seemed to melt into the building. I saw him suck in a deep breath before he stepped into the elevator.
"You ready for this?" I asked him quietly when the door
