He returns the glasses to his nose, shrugging. “Hey, nobody’s used that old dumbwaiter for years, much less to escape old Tracy. Wish I’d thought of it myself, sometimes.” He grins in admiration. “What’s your name, anyway?”
“Maxzyne. Maxzyne Merriweather.”
Gigi steps close. “Well, Ms. Merriweather, I can’t say you look familiar, but this must be an inside job, because how else would anyone know about that old dumbwaiter?”
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