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As soon as Luigi and Cody were dressed, the killer gestured to them with the gun to go outside onto the walkway.
“Downstairs!” he ordered
quietly. Luigi had half hoped they would
use the lift. Somebody might get in and
then the killer might be distracted and Luigi could grab his gun … or maybe in
the close confines of the lift, he might get close enough to do it anyway. He turned round to see what was
happening.
“Just keep walking!” the
killer growled. His quietness and
confidence were terrifying.
At ground level, the killer
asked, “Where’s your car?” Luigi thought
of lying, and saying he didn’t have one. “I know you have one,” said the
killer. “I’ve watched you. I’ve seen it.”
Luigi almost lost hope
then. How were they going to
escape? He also felt especially
stupid. He’d automatically put his key
ring into his pocket when they’d left the flat.
Habit. A couple of years before,
he’d locked himself out of the flat and had had to go and beg to be let in by
the building supervisor, who lived in a flat on the ground floor. Mr Albanese had made his dislike of Luigi’s
effeminacy quite clear, and Luigi had resolved never to let it happen
again. He’d made a habit of putting his
keys, his wallet and his phone in his pockets whenever he left his flat. Stupid! he thought to himself. The police might know the killer’s car make
and registration number and might be able to track them if his car was used. But obviously the killer thought so too.
