Stone looked around. “I don’t see how that girl got down from here,” he said.

“Well, we’d better figure out how in a hurry,” Dino said.

“How come?”

“Because the Feds will probably be here any minute, and you’ve closed the fucking door and locked us out.”

Stone tried turning the knob. Nothing. “Shit,” he said.

Dino peered over the edge of the roof. “There’s a drainpipe,” he said. “You go first. I want to see if it’ll hold your weight.”

Stone peered over the parapet. “I’m not shinnying down that,” he said. “I’m wearing a good suit. You go down it, then take the elevator back up and open the door.”

“You know, that’s a terrific idea,” Dino said. “Why should both of us have to shinny down the drainpipe?” He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Stone. “Go down the drainpipe, or I’ll shoot you.”

Stone shook his head. “Go ahead and shoot me. It beats falling off a building.”

They were standing there like that when the door opened, and the super stepped out. “The FBI just call,” he said. “You guys got to get out or I get in trouble.”

Dino put his gun away and stepped inside. “Lucky for you,” he said. “I was going to shoot you.”

“No, you weren’t,” Stone said, getting into the elevator.

“Oh, yes I was,” Dino replied. “I wasn’t about to shinny down that drainpipe.”

“Neither was I,” Stone pointed out.

“That’s why I was going to shoot you.”

Downstairs they got into another cab and got out in front of a photo shop on Third Avenue. Dino went inside and walked over to the one-hour processing machine, flashing his badge.

Stone handed him the film cartridge.

“I want this developed right now—two sets of five-by-seven prints, and don’t you look at them,” Dino said.

“Make it three sets,” Stone said.

“Yes, sir,” the kid behind the counter said. He took the film and went to work.

“How long is this going to take?” Stone asked.

The kid pointed at the one-hour sign. “An hour,” he said.

“It better not,” Dino said.

Ten minutes later, the kid was holding up a strip of film to the light. “There are only four frames exposed,” he said.

“Stop looking at them and make the prints,” Dino said.

Ten more minutes and they had the prints.

“Can I drop you?” Stone said, giving the cabbie Elena Marks’s address.

“You betcha,” Dino replied. “Gimme my prints.”

Stone gave Dino a set, put a set in his raincoat pocket, along with the negatives, and looked at the third set.