Chapter 11

He wasn’t sure if he should let Gordy go in first or not, but that question got answered for him when Gordy seemed to forget how the door functioned—simply reaching for the knob and staring at it when it turned but didn’t grant them entry.

“Gordy? Do you have your keys? Are they…?” He didn’t bother to finish the question. Rather, he took a quick look at the pockets of Gordy’s hoodie, picked the one that appeared to be sagging, and slipped his hand into it. “There we go,” he said, pulling out a bunch of keys. “We got this.”

He kept his eyes mostly on Gordy as he thumbed through the keys until he found the one that looked the most like his own apartment key. When that didn’t work, he picked the one closest to that. It slid in, the lock turned, and Leo smiled at Gordy. “Bingo.”

The only thing Gordy said was, “Careful.”