Vince headed for the stairs. I never knew anyone who preferred stairs to the elevator the way he did, but if that was what made him happy…
“I know you’ll want to talk to Paul, but do me a favor and wait for him to call you. He’s been up for almost twenty-seven hours, and I told him to get some sleep. I’ll have him call you when I get there.”
I touched his shoulder. “Thanks, Vince.”
“Don’t make a big deal of it.”
“Okay. But Vince? Thank you.”
We climbed up to the third floor, and he took out a key ring with a bunch of keys on it. He inserted one key after another into the six locks on his door. That was new; at least they hadn’t been there last fall. Something else I didn’t understand, but it wasn’t my business, so I didn’t say anything.
“Come on in.”
I followed him in and glanced around.
“I have to say we did a great job on this place.” And I was pretty damn proud of it. “It’s so much less…pink.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Pita!”