Chapter 4

“No, we’ve got it, don’t we, Ryan?”

“Yeah. Absolutely.”

Johnny smiled at Paul and dropped a wink, then turned to the elevator. Ryan had no choice but to follow him, still trying to understand what was happening. He didn’t have a chance to wrap his head around anything before the elevator doors dinged open. The elevator had been installed at least forty, if not fifty, years earlier, and it was quite narrow. It shrunk even more as soon as Ryan stepped inside the tiny car, his head suddenly full of the smell of Johnny’s cologne and leather jacket. He tried to keep a respectable amount of space between them—an impossible task given Ryan’s large frame and the confines of the car. The walls were mirrors, but it didn’t give the illusion of space. It made Ryan dizzy as he stared at the repeating image of his idol.

“It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic.”