Chapter 318

The bell to the elevator rang. Dycke ran in, punched in his code, but he was too late. Harold was in the elevator with him. 100 square feet, and nowhere to run. Death was imminent, until Harold started to laugh.

"Have you stolen any other candy from babies, lately? You have a golf course and a building, are you going to buy the airport next?"

"I tried Harold, but it's a military base also, so they won't give it to me."

They stopped at the 19th floor and walked towards the east and south facing apartments. The East faced Fort Sumter, Sullivan's Island, and the Atlantic Ocean. The Southern view overlooked the Ashley, and Stono Rivers, and multiple islets and bogs that made perfect nesting grounds for thousands of sea birds every spring. It was half the size of Dycke's apartment, 9000 square feet.

"Howard, the apartment next door is vacant. We can knock down the adjoining walls, and you can have an apartment the size