 It was 10 minutes to 11 when I slipped out of the apartment. The timing had to be right, just right. That was when I'd killed him. 10 minutes to 11. I had to get away quickly now. It had to be the back stairs. I went down 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. Come, Pinky. Oh, Pinky wants to go down the stairs. Yes, Pinky?