CHAPTER 65
Nero
My knuckles knock three times against the painted wood.
This apartment building, in the middle of downtown Minneapolis, isn’t that far from Payton’s old place, but it’s a world apart. There’s a security guard in the lobby. Nice carpet on the floors. An elevator that works.
However, that security guard can be bribed. The elevator cameras can turn off. And the soft flooring means that the other residents didn’t hear us walking down the hall. The icing on the cake is the person two doors down hosting a party, their music loud enough to muffle the sound of what’s about to happen.
I rap my knuckles against the wood, then stand patiently while I listen to the deadbolt unlock and the handle turn.
Eyes I used to be indifferent to widen when they meet mine. And I watch a rang
