Fifteen
“He was down this hall.” Police Woman’s loud voice echoed.
Phil rushed past an open door.
No. Inhabited by a resident.
Another open door.
Whew. Whoever lived in that room needed to get it over with and die.
Closed door.
Utility closet.
Yes.
Fast.
Phil eased the door shut just in time, then leaned against it, listening.
“He was right here.”
“Who is he?”
“I don’t know, but he looked familiar, fo some reason.”
The big black woman, Police Woman. He did not want to tangle with her.
Their radios buzzed. “Hey Lisha or Carol? This is the front office. Could you please check on Candice, quick? She seems really upset.”
“Sure, but. How would you know she’s upset?”
“She called down here—direct. Said she had a man in her room and she was terrified.”
Lisha and the other woman l
