I was about to enter my condo building on Monday evening after a grueling day, when I heard someone yelling my name across the parking lot. I turned my head and my eyes went wide when I saw it was Jamie Coltrane waving at me from where he’d parked. f**k, what’s he doing here?
I decided to ignore him and went into the lobby area. At least there’d be safety in numbers, especially with security on my side. Manfred Daley, the evening shift security guard, was behind the front desk. I quickly approached him.
“Evening, Mr. Boyd,” he greeted me.
I looked briefly over my shoulder but didn’t see Jamie anywhere. “Hey, Manfred. Look, there’s this guy that Benjy had to throw out of my place last Friday night. Unfortunately, it seems as if he’s being obstinate and he’s in the parking lot right now.
