| 3 Despite my scare only moments earlier, I almost laugh out loud. The same Mr. Slick is in the elevator, as well as Cleo Rosedale. I push my cart inside and the doors close. The man has a large box in his hands, with what appears to have the contents of his desk in it. There are several staplers, some tape rolls as well as a few boxes of envelopes. The greedy bastard stole the company�s office supplies when he got fired. I wonder why he was fired. Probably for being such a selfish and egotistical man. I wouldn�t be surprised. Cleo looks frazzled. Her hair is out of her ponytail and her business suit is crumpled. That can only mean one thing - an office fling. I wonder who it could be. My mind starts to wander, until the elevator stops again. What if the killer gets on? What would I do? It�s not like I could get off or refuse his entry, that would give me away. My best chance is to let him on and act like nothing has happened. I just have to make it to the lobby, and then I can call the police. The doors open and in steps the scatterbrained lady. I sigh out of relief. Thank God. My heart is beating so fast. I hope I don�t have a heart attack. What a way to go. The elevator jolts to a stop again, and I hold my breath. The UPS man gets on the elevator. His face is flustered, as if he has run a marathon. The elevator makes it to the lobby without another stop. I let everyone else out first, as I know it will take several seconds to get out myself. Scanning the lobby, I don�t see anyone with grey running shoes. It looks as if I�ve made a clean break. Good. I wheel my cart to the janitor�s room, and I wipe a hand over my forehead. The only thing left to do is call the police. Just as I close the door to the room, I hear a noise. I pause. It could have been a mouse, or just a piece of garbage settling in my cart. It is only then that I notice a garbage bag in my cart moving. What the hell is going on? I open the door further, and I turn on the light. One glance into my cart is enough to make my heart stop.Hiding beneath the pile of garbage bags is a man wearing grey running shoes and holding a handgun. He grins and points his gun at me. I scream, and everything goes black. |