Page 135 of I Am Sin

No reply.

Then I wait.

Open the door, watch the elevator.

After five minutes, it’s clear no one’s coming up. Whoever it was must’ve just left the package downstairs.

I take the elevator down, head through the lobby, and say hi to the security guard.

“Where’s my package?” I ask.

He raises an eyebrow. “What package?”

“Someone called on the intercom, said you guys had a package for me. I buzzed them up, but no one came.”

The security guard looks toward the door of the building. The intercom is on a brick wall next to the door.

“I didn’t see anyone.”

“Were you watching the intercom?”

He frowns. “I don’t really concern myself with people who call on the intercom. I concern myself with people who come into the building.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

I walk outside anyway, look around for a package.

Maybe it was just a prank. Some teens nearby who thought it would be funny to ring the penthouse, make the person living up there come all the way down to?—

My foot hits something small. I look down.

And I gasp.

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