From the floor above him, Elias heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of footsteps. They sounded exactly like the footsteps of the man in 4B—the one who played loud music until dawn. But these footsteps were different. They were slow, deliberate, and heading toward the stairs.
"Cute," Elias muttered, his heart rate picking up. "Someone mapped the building." File: Guntastic.zip ...
No smoke. No casing. Just the smell of ozone and the weight of a weapon he couldn't see. From the floor above him, Elias heard the
Elias looked away from the screen toward his real kitchen island. It was empty, save for a bowl of half-eaten cereal. From the floor above him