Natchez shakes his head again and grins. “Okay, then,” he says. “You one of those visiting professors they always have staying here? You giving a speech?” “No, I’m an elevator inspector.” Lila Mae’s voice automatically rises at those last two words, up to the tone she uses when she’s on a case. “I didn’t know they let us do that,” Natchez tells her. “Even up here.” “They don’t but I’m doing it anyway.”
