"Anna!" Julian barked. "Get your ass back here." His voice ground to a low menace. "Now."
Slowly, Jake turned around, facing off in Julian's direction. He set down the suitcase. "You got a problem?" Jake said.
Julian's eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, aren't you–"
"Holy shit," the guy from 211 said. "Itishim." He turned to call into his apartment. "Wayne! Get your ass out here! Quick! You gotta see this!"
My gaze drifted from Jake to Julian, and finally to the guy in 211, who was gazing at Jake, star-struck, like he'd just seen his favorite movie star in the men's room.
This was getting way too weird. "Oh for crying out loud," I muttered. I picked up my overnight case and called out, "Forget it. Let's just go." I'd barely turned around when I heard a door slam. I whirled back just in time to see Julian lunge for Jake.
Well, this was just great.
