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By the tie of notes, and I hurried to finish them as the cab stopped

"Coed me out the door

Greystone, it turned out, took up the top ten floors of a glass tower that looe in its surroundings Because it was private security--because it was Milo--ere put through a erprinting kiosks before ere sent up to hiht elevator Floor after floor of office space His penthouse was at the top

"He knew that ere coht?" I asked Holmes for the tenth time

"Obviously," she said as the elevator lurched "Did you notice how hastily that retinal scan was set up? He’s obviously watching his security feed with a bowl of popcorn Jackass"

The elevator lurched again

"Stop insulting hie to our deaths"

Milo Holmes had always reminded me of an actor who’d wandered in from a movie set in another century He had the salish professor, and I’d never seen hi but a tailored suit (One of those suits was folded up infilched it, and failed) His offices were just like him--old-fashioned and stuffy, like the MI-5 of old spy novels It was like he’d cherry-picked his favorite fictional references and rearranged thee of mismatched places and tiuards

Two steps out of the elevator, and a pair of them stopped us, auto rapidly into her wrist, so about unfriendlies and unauthorized access

"We were cleared We should be fine," I said to the guards,Geruess not" It ca up into the light fixture "Milo I know you can hearWatson squawk"

"Of course I haven’t," her brother said, stepping out of a door that swung open from the wallpaper, as if invented on the spot He nodded to his guards, and they shouldered their weapons, disappearing down the hall in the two-bit ic show that was Milo Holmes’s bread and butter

"Wasn’t that fun?" he asked

"No," I said "Do you treat all your guests this way?"

"Only ant pockets "You know, you could have come up the visitors’ elevator, and ould have had far less trouble"

"They put us on--"