I decided it was too dangerous not to tell Scarlett. I just hoped she had enough confidence in me to go through with it.
I retrieved my car and drove to her apartment building.
I went in and up to the elevator. The same little man in the red jacket with the squeaky voice was in there. Didn't this guy ever sleep?
"Floor please," he said as I got in.
"Second," I said using the same squeaky tone he had. The mockery was lost on him as he closed the scissor gate and took us up to the second floor...