A couple of restaurant menus poked out from under the door of apartment 3C, harbingers of the bad news that Hanger wasn’t home. Ty knocked anyway, stepping off again so that no one inside could see him unless they opened the door.
When no one answered, Ty knocked again. He pressed his hand to the door. It was sturdy and from a quick look, well secured. It was the type of door he would recommend to one of his clients out in Arcadia. The only way inside would be to use a very good locksmith or a battering ram, and neither of those was an option right now.
He took one of his home produced flyers, grabbed a sharpie and drew an arrow pointing to Hanger’s face before propping the flyer against the foot of the door so that Hanger wouldn’t miss it upon his eventual return.
Ty took the elevator back down. The lobby was quiet. He walked back over to the mailboxes and was about to drop another flyer into Hanger’s mailbox when he saw a sliver of white envelope poking out.
Pinching the nails of his finger and thumb together, Ty managed to work it out. It took some delicate maneuvering, but after a minute he extracted it. He turned it over and smiled as he read the name on the envelope, Carl Gaudi.
Jamming the envelope into his pocket, he stuffed his flyer through the gap.