“As soon as I get my drink I’ll tell you.” As if Tony had said the magic words, the waiter showed up seconds later to put the bottle on the table. Tony paid, then took a deep drink. “I needed that.” He noticed his hand was shaking as he set the bottle back down.
Greg rested his elbows on the table, staring at Tony. “Problems?”
Tony nodded, lowering his voice as he said, “Someone was murdered in my apartment building and I found the body.”
“The hell you say.” Dan practically shouted, before clapping a hand over his mouth. “Tell all,” he said, keeping his voice down.
“I thought I heard someone in need of help, so I went looking. I got as far as the third floor, walking up because the elevator was…well, being the elevator, I thought.”
“Meaning slower than molasses,” Greg said, having ridden in it a time or two.