Chapter 18

It was the only area with a cargo elevator, however, and moving anything bigger than a grocery trolley or stroller up the front elevators was forbidden. It was done, but it wasn’t supposed to be, and anyone that did got eyeballed by the few busybodies who made a point of keeping track on who was doing what, be it right or wrong, left or right, good or bad. Having people see what he was about to bring up into Gordy’s place would not be ideal. One or two weird rubber mats wouldn’t raise an eyebrow, but twenty? People would want to know what the heck they were doing with twenty. Especially when they saw the pool and the plastic. If it didn’t trigger a full Dexter-alert, it would at least flick a something-about-this-doesn’t-look-right switch.