But not for too long. Before he could stop shaking or have time really to think, I said, "Gaylord, we're going upstairs. If anyone tries to stop us, you're the one who'll get it."
I shoved him forward as I finished, and the inner doors opened. The sash a deadly bond between us, we crossed the lobby.
Into the shaft-lift, then. My prisoner shot me an uncertain glance, half hate and half fear. "I don't see why you had to do it this way. I'd have met you at that thil-shop like you said."
"Maybe." I shrugged. "That's not the question."
"Not the question—?"
"We're getting out on whichever floor Kruze has taken over."
A panicky stiffening. "Oh!"
"Come on, come on! Which floor is it?"
"Seven."