The apartment building looked like it was on the verge of being condemned. Most of the lights in the hallway were out, and the ones that weren’t revealed scuffed floors and the occasional stain of unknown origins. The walls were peeling, and there was several unpleasant odors in the air. Despite the poor lighting, Julia was able to find room 9 and knocked. After waiting a minute or two, she knocked again.
Finally, a voice came from the other side. “Go away.” Rather than angry or belligerent, it sounded resigned.
“Lou? Come on, open up.”
“Who is that?”
“It’s me. Open the door.”
The door cracked open. A chain hung on the other side, and a single eye peered through the crack. “Julia?”
“Yes. Now let me in before a rat eats me out here.”
The door closed, and she could hear the chain slide back. It reopened wide, and she stepped across the threshold. The room inside was cluttered but otherwise taken care of. It stood in stark contrast to the hallway she had just left. Lou closed the door behind her. He had always been a large man, but he had become gaunt since the last time she had seen him.
“What’s going on? Why haven’t you been at the bar?”
“Nice to see you, too,” he gruffed as he pushed past her. He sat down on a couch facing a television that was on with the sound turned all the way down. He didn’t look at her as he picked up an open bottle of beer.
“Lou . . .”
“I sold the bar, okay? It’s no longer any of my concern.” He put the bottle to his lips and tilted it up.
“You sold the bar? Why?”
“What do you care? I haven’t seen you in years. Business dried up, and I got an offer. I took it.”
“I thought it wasn’t about business. It was about . . .”
“I know what it was about. Like I said, you stopped coming round. Pretty soon, no one would take the big cases. It wasn’t working any more.” Another drink. He still hadn’t made eye contact with her.
“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
He shrugged. “There’s years of stuff I’m not telling you. I wouldn’t have to tell you if you’d been around. But the place isn’t my problem any more. From what I hear of it, you should probably stay away, too.”
“So that’s it? Just washing your hands of it?”
“I know this is news to you, but for me, it’s in the past. I’d nearly forgotten about it. I assumed you had, too. Thanks for stopping by. Don’t forget to the close the door behind you.” He never looked away from the television.
Something was off about the whole situation, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to tell her anything else. She turned and left without another word. Maybe she was misreading it. Maybe everything was just like he’d said. Still, she couldn’t make herself believe that. The question was, where could she find out more.