We’re still pissed when we get to the address Nancy sent: a tall downtown office building. It’s Saturday, but the front door’s unlocked. I poke the elevator call button, glance at the position indicator, calculate wait time, exhale aggressively. Nancy’s told us nothing. Seems like Ned, up there with her now, is always in the loop, a permanent piece of her MO. Ned can be kind of a dick, if you ask me, and not the useful Sam Spade kind. The elevator arrives, we get in, it starts its ascent, then slams to a stop, between 7 and 8. WTF?
[100/mystery/permanent/riding in an elevator]