“Suit yourself. It won’t get you anywhere. The cops have really got this organized.”
The three entered the elevator which took them slowly and creakingly to the top floor.
“About time you got a new elevator,” Tux said as they all stepped out, “That thing doesn’t feel safe.”
“It isn’t,” Cutler said cheerfully, “but I’d rather the than walk up all those damn stairs twice in a night.”
He turned off the passage light, then opened the door that led on to the outside escape.
“Watch yourself. These cops may be trigger happy.”
Tux went down on hands and knees and crawled out on to the platform. He flattened out and Cutler, also crawling, came and lay by his side.
“That’s the joint; down there,” he said, pointing to a dark building across the alley and to their right.
“Okay,” Tux said. “You take care of the desk. Me and Solly can handle this.”
Cutler retreated and Solly crawled up to take his place.