We’d walked the half mile from Graysin Motion. A sprinkling of cars dotted the parking lots and lights glowed in some of the windows. I smelled sausage and onions as we neared the building, and my tummy rumbled. I’d had to dissuade Vitaly from dressing in ninja black from shoes to face mask and now I dragged him into the lobby and toward the elevator instead of letting him skulk around back looking for a fire escape. “That is how Remington Steele got in,” he whispered. “The elevator is less conspicuous,” I said, pushing the button for the fifth floor. “We don’t want to attract attention. We’re just two residents coming home from work or a busy day of house hunting.” A woman stuck her arm through the elevator doors as they were closing and got on, poking the third floor button. We rode up in silence, all of us watching the panel’s lights, until the doors opened at the third floor and the woman got off.
