Chapter 3

Anton

I shoot out the window in the bathroom and throw out the rope that was conveniently tied around the toilet. It’s only long enough to take me to the next floor. I kick through the window to the bathroom below me, roll across the floor to the wall, and stand up, James-Bond-style, smoothing my hair and shaking the glass out of my expensive suit.

I still have my gun drawn when I step out on a salesman with a black goatee beating off to gay porn. “Hello,” I say, bowing to him. “No need to get up." I step around the luggage and half-unpacked suitcases he's scattered through the room. "Allow me to introduce myself. Tony Eleazar. Your name is Reginald Summers, but don't worry about how I know that.” I pause to shake his hand as I pass the bed. I’m out, but poke my head back in to say, “The police are going to be busting in here any minute looking for me. Pray you don’t tell them anything.”

There are three main elevators and two sets of stairs leading down to the lobby of the Einhorn Palatial. Police are coming up all of them. I could storm one of them and kill the police, but that would be messy. There is a hidden service-stairway in a maintenance room at the end of the hall. They haven’t even considered the option that I would know about it, and it’s not covered.

I make it to the maintenance room and rip open the locked door. Brooms... Mops... Buckets... Cleaning supplies, and the door to the stairway in the back. I step through and...

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