Evan had seen her talking to a man, who could only be her landlord. He stood at a distance trying to make out what they were talking about, but it just seemed like she was paying her rent. She took out a wad of notes and passed it to his palm. As a man of business, Evan found it strange that she was not writing out a cheque for the amount.
He realized she had no mailbox, no intercom listing, and no lease. Every part of her life was structured to erase footprints. Evan was aching to know why Lena Gray led the life she did, and what exactly she was running from. What he couldn’t explain rationally, over and above her mystery, was his deep interest in her.