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I recognize the apartment building. Or “flats,” as they’re called here.
I recognize the doorman, even though he doesn’t know me.
“Hello, Bates,” Jake says. I stop myself from saying it, too. But I liked Bates last time. He was very nice to me and I liked his over-the-top doorman suit that made him look like a circus ringmaster.
“This is Halli Markham,” Jake says, and Bates gives me a little bow. “Dr. Bellows is expecting us.”
Jameson Bellows, Halli’s father. On Red’s and my ride up the elevator—Jake went up first so Red wouldn’t have to take it all a step further and actually bite him—I’m already practicing what I’m going to call him. “Jameson” just seems too weird. But he looked at me strangely the last time I called him “Father.” So I’ll probably do the safe thing and just call h
