Prologue
“It's only 54 floors and at this time of day how long can it take?” He thought the elevator car would reach the ground in plenty of time. The pain was bad and his hand was throbbing, yes, but he was nowhere near passing out. A man in Everett's profession managed to deal with pain and he learned how to hide it so as not to attract attention when strolling through a crowd after an event that didn't go exactly as planned. No, Everett was more concerned with avoiding notice and the leather gloves would only prevent blood from dripping on the elevator floor for so long. “Breathe man, breathe”, he whispered trying to return his visible vitals to normal before any other passengers joined him on his ride to the ground. With any luck, the car would be there on Market Street waiting just as they had planned. The floor indicator released a dry electronic beep giving warning that he would have company at the 46th floor. The black leather gloves ...