Finally I got to his door but his buzzer broke. I emailed him from my phone and eventually he came down in a robe to let me in- it was the awkwardness...I was afraid of. Surprisingly he was all smiles and didn’t think much of it, which put me at ease.We walked up to his apartment together in silence. Once we got through his door the lights were indeed down, but I had seen enough of him on the stairs to see what he was like. He was definitely in his 50s, shorter and much stockier than me, but he. "Phil!" Larry called loudly to no one in particular. "Get your ass here now!" He glanced around, looking for Phil to appear. But Phil was nowhere. So Larry turned back to the window to daydream.Instead, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Plastered against his window, wearing a window-washer's uniform, was Phil. Smiling. Phil waved his fingers, and he was in Larry's office. "Thanks for calling me. Can you believe they expected me to wash all these windows with no break? So, have you. You heard about Annie?" Yes... what a horrible thing," the husky voice sympathized. "And there'd be more, I'm thinking, if something isn't done... which is why I'm caging you. Frankly, I think our deputy sheriff is getting too goddamned big for his britches!"The big police chief licked at his lips, his mind racing to analyze her every word. He said: "There're those of us who'll readily agree with that. But... but I think you've got something in mind... right, girl?" Maybe," she huskily replied.. I should have been a little more detailed in the note I wrote to myself. I had no idea what finances the note meant. I wondered, if I ever knew. It could be that the note was in reference to a phone message or something like that. I knew that I needed a better system.Hell, I thought. Maybe I already had a system. I went to the index and looked for schedule codes. Sure as hell there was a code system in place. I had no idea whose system it was, but I found that the small 'p' after the message.