Morgan stepped off the elevator. She was so late. She had been unable to leave the bar. Sam and the others wouldn’t let her go. It was always one more… just one more. She looked at her wristwatch. It was nearly quarter to eleven. She would have missed Desman. She came around the corner and stopped short. There he sat at her door with a half-eaten pizza, a six pack with two empty cans.
“About time.” He said cleaning up his mess and coming to his feet. “I was about to leave.” She couldn’t believe he had waited, how had he gotten in?
“How did you get in the building?” She asked as she reached him.
“I have my ways.” He said looking down at her. “You are late.”
Yes, she was. “I’m sorry.” She said unlocking the door. “Please come in.” Desman followed Morgan inside. Shutting the door, she s
