“That suits me, if that’s the way you want it.”
She pushed the door to, slipped the chain, then opened the door and stepped into the corridor.
“Wait,” she said, putting her hand on his sleeve. Her hand looked white against his dark suit.
“Someone’ll want this elevator in a moment, and then things are going to happen.”
“Is he really I mean, you’re not just saying this to scare me?”
He got in the elevator, slid the grille and pressed the down button. He let the elevator sink half-way, then broke the current by opening the grille. He climbed out with a struggle, leaving the cage between floors.
“Does that look like a bedtime story?”
She peered at Cattley, not moving her body, but just craning her neck. One of her hands went to her mouth. “Is he dead?”
“Do you think he’s catching some sleep? Look at him, baby, look at his arms and legs. Could you sleep like that?”
She turned on him angrily. “Well, do something about it,” she said.