“Your apartment number?” Davis asked Tony.
“Two-oh-one.”
Davis glanced at the apartment next to the elevator, which was 301, about to say something it seemed, when two men in their mid-forties—wearing suits—and several more people in white coveralls, booties and caps, streamed into the hallway from the emergency stairs.
“What do we have?” one of the suited men asked after introducing himself as Detective Sanders.
“Dead body in the elevator,” Officer Davis replied, stating the obvious.
A crime scene person was already photographing the scene while the others stood back to give him room. At that point, a middle-aged man entered the hallway from the emergency stairs. He came over to talk to Sanders, asking, “What do we have?”