The operator was a short, heavy-set man with the dark shadow of a beard. He was dressed in shiny uniform pants, his bellhop jacket was unbuttoned, showing a tattle-tale gray T-shirt. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, let his eyes roam from the top of her head to her feet and back, with appropriate stops on the way.
The elevator wheezed to the third floor, shuddered to a stop. Marta followed the faded red carpet down the hall to 304, knocked at the door. It was opened a c***k, then when Mikey Bigg recognized the blonde, he opened it wide enough for her to step in, closed and locked the door behind her.
Vince Lee was standing behind the couch in the room, a man she didn’t recognize was sprawled out on his back on the couch. His mouth was open, he was snoring softly. Marta looked
