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Romano was holding the door, looking impatient.
Jim exhaled, turning a long glance back up the open-air escalator. Nothing's wrong at all, he lied to himself, trudging back toward the elevator. As a boy, Jimmy had fallen down an abandoned well shaft and died treading water in the narrow space also, for hours before being rescued. Since then, he'd suffered a haunting phobia of enclosed spaces - elevators, subways, squash courts. The elevator is a perfect safe machine, Jim continually told himself, never believing it. It's a tiny metal box hanging in an enclosed shaft! Holding his breath, he stepped into the lift, feeling the familiar tingle of adrenaline as the doors slid shut. Two floors. Te
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