“I bet you’d like to take a walk,” he said to Bull, getting the leash that he’d hung on the door handle. It didn’t occur to him—until he’d locked the door and they headed to the elevator—to wonder if they were free to come and go from the building at any time or if there was a curfew.
He asked the guy at the desk by the front door when he got there, after introducing himself.
“I’m Norm,” the guy replied. “There’s no curfew, but if you’re going to be coming in after eight, you’ll need a key.” He handed one to Cole.
“May I keep it? I work until eight, except for Mondays and Tuesdays.”
“You bet. Just sign here so we have a record that you have one.” Norm slid a ledger across the desk and gave Cole a pen. He glanced at Bull. “Hell, you’d need one anyway, if you’re going to be walking him at night.”
“I guess so,” Cole agreed, putting the key in his wallet. I need to add a keyring to my shopping list, once I make one.