There were no buses from the Desert Castle hotel and I could not see a taxi. I stared at the large white car. The driver got in and was going to drive away. I leaned forward and knocked on the window. It opened and the driver looked at me. He was in his thirties, with a round face and short red hair.
Ray described the car and told me the license plate number. Then he and Laura went off to the fire stairs. I used an elevator to go down to the lobby. When the doors opened, Gilbert was standing there, waiting to go up.
I could touch the ceiling above me. I was standing on a narrow metal catwalk, high inside the building. Along the right side of the catwalk, there was a metal chain at the height of my waist. It was the only thing between me and the darkness below. I walked slowly, staying close to the wall.