“So, who’s going to die today?”
“Excuse me?” I say, turning toward the man in the back of the elevator.
The stranger looks at me with a puzzled expression. He gestures to the phone at his ear.
_Sorry_, I mouth. Embarassed, I twist back to face the door and wait for my floor number to appear on the display.
7…..8…..9…..
Could this thing go any slower?
“Yeah, I should be there in an hour. Th...