Dante
I receive a phone call from Elliott early in the evening when he knows I have business to conduct in the city. I let it go to voicemail during my meeting, but afterwards I listen to the message. He tells me that he met up with Eloise earlier in the day for lunch and it didn't go as planned—go as we planned. He wants me to swing by his apartment whenever I have a chance before the end of the night. Says he won't be going anywhere. I have a few more places I need to stop before I see him. I wonder how he managed to fumble the bag on this. Elliott is usually more meticulous than that.
When I'm finally ready to head to Elliott's, having stopped and picked up a cheese and margherita pizza, I call him back and tell him I'll be at his place in 10. Eloise is a pretty timid person; I can't
