 It was ten minutes to eleven when I slipped out of the apartment. The timing had to be right, just right. That was when I'd killed him. Ten minutes to eleven. I had to get away quickly now. It had to be the back stairs. I went down them as quickly as I could, my heart beating wildly. If anyone saw me, it was the end. I'd die in the chair for what I'd... Pinky! Pinky! Not till we go down, Pinky. There's the elevator. Oh, Pinky! Oh, Pinky wants to go down the stairs. Yes, Pinky?