“By the time the staff started trickling in, the cops wouldn’t let them get off the elevator. I didn’t see anybody else.”
“Never mind the admin folks, there must have been the crew like me up there by then. It was going on nine.”
“What can I tell you. I didn’t see any.”
What the hell.He thought about Wanda Simms up there getting people out of their offices. That did not mesh with what he had just been told.
“So I guess Jerry probably quit after finding the body? Or took some time off at least?”
Sam waved this off and sipped on coffee in a mug emblazoned with the New York Giants football logo. “Nah. He’s a single guy with no kids whose job pays real good with benefits and all. You can’t just throw that away. He’s here now, in fact. Up on the thirty-fourth changing light bulbs. Least that’s what he told me a few minutes ago.”
“Okay. Hey, hang in there.”
Sam smiled. “I got it easy, Devine. You’re the one busting your hump. And for what, I ask you? All you need is some food, a roof over your head, a few brewskies a day, baseball in the summer and football in the fall, a missus to watch over you, and you can be a happy man.”
Thinking that Sam was more right about that than wrong, Devine got on the elevator and headed to the thirty-fourth floor.