Chapter 5

As usual, there was no one waiting for the elevator when he arrived. Larry pressed the down button, and almost immediately, the bell dinged and the doors opened. A young man already stood inside—around Larry’s age, with that guileless freshman look he knew all too well because it stared back at him every day from the mirror. The guy had a crop of thick dark hair that looked too careless not to have been styled that way and gray eyes the color of building storm clouds. He wore jeans and a faded T-shirt that might have been white at one time, but now almost matched the color of his eyes. A pair of earphone buds snaked from his ears into his back pocket. He scowled and pressed the elevator button as if to shut the doors before Larry could get on.