Maybe he had more to protect.
Maybe he had more to hide.
Either way, Selina wasn’t going to pop those locks in seven minutes. She’d need an hour just to diagnose them, and maybe a day to collect the materials to counteract them—if they could be countered. If they needed to be countered. Doors were supposed to be the easiest way into an apartment—that’s why people put locks on them—but they were hardly the only way.
“Who are you?” Selina asked the door. “Fancy locks, frightened woman. What makes you tick, Eddie Lobb?”
She left the flowers propped against the door—let him guess who was sending flowers to his missing girlfriend. With her eyes closed she rechecked her spatial memory. Then, hearing the cables twang and suspecting that the gargoyle was shortchanging her ten minutes, she hurried away from the door.
Chapter Nine
The evening rush was in full swing when Selina, still dressed in her generic jumpsuit, marched into the lobby of another building from which she expected to get a good look at Eddie Lobb’s windows. It was a modern building, with a facade resembling a mirror more than a wedding cake. There were no fire escapes. She announced to the doorman—a more typical specimen of the breed—that she was going to wash some windows. The doorman didn’t ask why she was alone, why she wanted to wash windows when it was getting dark, or why she’d wash them when it had just stopped raining. Instead, shrugging, he adjusted the elevator control panel so she wouldn’t have to take the stairs to the roof.