There were two men. They came walking down the corridor, the heavy tread of beefy men. We could hear knuckles on Edna’s door.
I peeked around the corner and saw two broad backs. I had a glimpse of Edna’s white face; then the two men pushed their way into the room. I waited until the door closed, turned to Roberta, and beckoned.
She followed me down the hall.
At the head of the stairs she asked, “Why would we have waited if there had only been one?”
“They hunt in couples. If one had gone up, it would have meant the other was sitting in the car, waiting. With both of them in Edna’s room, it should mean the coast is clear. At any rate, let’s hope.”
We went down the stairs. I pushed open the door and held it for Roberta. A police car was parked in front of the apartment. No one was in it.
“Let’s go,” I said.
We walked down the street.
“Not too fast.”
“I feel as though something were chasing me. I want to run.”