tucker pressed the button again.
nothing.
he knew as surely as he knew that he was going to die some day that bradley was gone and had taken the painting - the 230 million dollar painting - with him.
but he pressed the button under the mailbox to the left of bradley’s.
nothing.
he tried the button under the box to the right of bradley’s.
yeah? a surly male voice answered almost immediately.
um - i wonder if you could help me out?
no. get lost.
please. i am trying to contact my friend in apartment - in apartment 8. i know he is in there but he wion’t answer.
maybe he doesn’t like you any more. not my problem.
i am afraid he might have hurt himself.
that is not my problem either.
bradley gave up.
i am sorry i bothered you.
the surly voice did not answer.
i will try one more thing, bradley thought.
he tried the door to the stairs and elevator.
it opened!
he did not want to use the elevator - the surly man might hear it and he had not liked it anyway when he and bradley had taken it earlier.
he began climbing the stairs to the fourth floor.
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