I TOLD BRISON, quickly wiping away the sweat dripping from my forehead. Zambratta was still hugging the side of the elevator. He hadn’t moved. What was he up to? And where the hell was the elevator? The damn thing should’ve reached the lobby by now, right? And then — DING! Right on cue. The elevator landed, the sound of the high-pitched bell cutting through the silence of the lobby. Here we go … I braced myself, my eyes glued to the closed-circuit monitor. No need to look at Brison now. “He’s raising his gun!” I called out. I listened to the squeak of Brison’s shoes against the white marble floor of the lobby as he shifted his stance. I was waiting for the next sound — the elevator door opening. It didn’t come! Brison called again, “What’s he doing?” I squinted at the monitor. I couldn’t tell at first — the image was flickering all over. When it finally steadied I could see Zambratta’s hand against the panel of buttons inside the elevator. “He must be holding the door closed,”
