As the elevator opened and they entered, Derson’s hand clutched harder onto Iggy’s shoulder. “I can’t believe that this has been here this whole time.” He pried into Iggy, who was grinning back at him. “I can’t believe you knew about this place. Is this where he kept you?” A shiver passed through all of his bones. “We should probably head back-”
Iggy lifted a finger to his lips and shhed him. The elevator opened into the long hallway that ended with one door on each side. “This way,” he led the way.
Standing before the threshold of Firmin’s door, Iggy knocked on it and stood a step back. Derson stood behind him. Derson’s skin was flushed pale pink and his arms were crossed over his chest, making him appear even smaller than Iggy. Many moments passed. They glanced awkwardly at one another. “Looks like a dead end,” Derson noted, relieved.
“We can still ask around upstairs,” Iggy responded.