"Because," Julian sighed, leaning his head back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, "the Honorable Judge Harrison has a very predictable Friday night routine. And since he ignored my calls, we have to interrupt it."
Aria wrinkled her nose in disgust. "So we're crashing his scheduled sneaky link?"
"Precisely," Julian deadpanned.
The steel doors slid open with a soft ding.
The fourth-floor corridor smelled of artificial strawberry perfume, stale cigarette smoke, and bad decisions. The walls were lined in tacky red velvet flocking. Aria kept her arms crossed tightly over her chest, making sure no part of her body accidentally brushed against the walls as she followed Julian down the hall.
Richard walked silently behind them.
Julian marched straight up to Room 412 and banged his fist against the door.
"Harrison!" Julian barked, his voice echoing in the quiet hallway. "Open the door. It's Cross."
