Chapter 24When the cab pulled up in front of the gray building, Harris checked the number on the glass doors. “Yes, this is the place,” he said, adrenaline surging though him. This was Jude’s apartment complex. “Here, thank you.” Harris paid the driver and quickly exited the car. On the sidewalk, he took a few seconds to observe Jude’s neighborhood, and then walked up to the glass doors of Jude’s apartment building. He rang number seven—Jude’s number. Seconds later, the door buzzed and Harris entered the bland lobby. Inside, he immediately recognized the green and slightly funky smell of pot coming from one of the ground floor apartments. He pressed the dirty elevator buttons and waited. When the doors opened, he allowed a trio of young women to step out before entering the tight and muggy
