Still no response. Having waited all day for this opportunity, he was unwilling to accept the fact she wasn’t in. For all he knew, her buzzer could have been on the fritz. After what he seen of the building, it was entirely possible. Or maybe she was in, but not in the mood to see anyone. Tobias could relate to that. But somehow he imagined that desire would not apply to him. So he hadn’t been very convivial the last time he’d seen her; he’d make it up to her. There was so much ground to cover, and they were only wasting time. Frustrated, he used the same trick he used before, pounding all the buttons until someone buzzed him in. This time, however, he was greeted by the suspicious manager as he headed toward the stairs. “And just where are you headed?” she inquired crossly. “I’m here to see Priscilla,” he said, as he halted mid-step. “Well, you’re two days too late,” she replied flatly, crossing her arms under her ample bosom. Tobias stiffened at this news. “What do you mean?”
