The Ice Box

Gwen knocked on the door again, and this time, Phil answered.  He pulled his robe closed, squinting at the foyer lights, and moreso at her.

"Gwen?" he croaked. "It's three in the morning."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Phil" she said.  "It's an emergency."

"Wh-what kind of emergency?" he asked, speaking softly as if it would wake him up otherwise.  "Where do you work now?"

"Classified," she said briskly, then nodded inside.  "Do you still live alone?"

"Um, yeah," he said, glancing over shoulder. ...