Jamie looked scared, now that Benjy had intervened. “Fuck, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just wanted to talk, you know? Get you to see reason. We had a connection, didn’t we, Cisco?” He looked at me with pleading eyes.
I felt sorry for him. “Sure we did, for that night. But it’s over now, Jamie. You have to move on.”
“But—” He tried to lunge at me again, but Benjy held him back effortlessly, and Manfred pushed me behind him for protection.
“But nothing, sir. You are harassing a resident of this building. The police have been notified and are on their way.” With that, Benjy and Manfred took Jamie between them and led him—struggling and swearing—toward the front doors, where a cop car had just pulled up. Jamie was handcuffed and placed in the backseat.
I sagged against the desk, rubbing my temples and trying to straighten out my emotions. What the hell just happened?
* * * *
A few minutes later, Manfred returned to his post behind the desk.