Chapter 75

“You should have called the cops if you were really worried.”

“And tell them what? That I heard something from somewhere that might have been a TV turned up too loud? That would have gone over big, if they even sent someone to investigate.”

The elevator finally arrived, the doors sliding open to reveal—

“Oh, shit. I was right,” Tony gasped.

A body was sprawled face down on the elevator floor, blood oozing from several wounds. Stab wounds, Tony thought, but he wasn’t about step into the elevator to investigate. He did reach in to press the Emergency Stopbutton. Then, kneeling at the edge of the doorway he, very gingerly, put his fingers on the wrist of the victim’s outstretched arm and couldn’t feel a pulse. “I think he’s dead,” he said shakily as he stood up. Taking out his phone, he dialed 911, vaguely aware the old man was already doing the same thing.