Lock Every Door

by Riley Sager

The elevator shaft is tucked into a nook of the staircase, which winds upward through the center of the building. I can see it through the elevator windows as we rise. Between each floor is ten steps, a landing, then ten more steps.

“Residential units are located on eleven floors, starting with the second,” Leslie says. “The ground floor contains staff offices and employee-only areas, plus our maintenance department. Storage facilities are in the basement. There are four units on each floor. Two in the front. Two in the back.”

Never get old, Jules. It’s horrible. No one tells you that until it’s too fucking late.”

Life is hard. And too damn expensive.”

One time is an anomaly. Two times is a coincidence. Three times is proof.