Book Five, Chapter 58: The Speakeasy
The laundromat we were directed to had perhaps one of the laziest names in all of Carousel: The Laundromat.
Perhaps that was supposed to be ironic because, secretly, it wasn't just a laundromat, and therefore, just calling it that was funny.
I wasn't sure, but by all accounts, it looked like an average laundromat to me. People were inside doing their washing and drying. There was a woman inside of a little office who would take your suits or dresses to have them dry cleaned, which was a nice thing to have at a laundromat.
We ignored them all and walked to the back. As we followed the hall further into the building, we eventually found a large man standing next to a door whose only notable quality was that it was made out of thick metal and opened with a huge handle that might have been found on a door to a drug kingpin's compound.
It was surrounded by industrial-sized washers and dryers.
The man didn't say anything to us, but Antoine coolly said, "Pyrite."
The man didn't respond, and for a moment, all we could hear was the laundry machines going as he looked us up and down and reached over to open the door with a metal squeal, revealing a freight elevator.
"I'm sure it's normal to have a freight elevator in a one-story building," Isaac said.
The man didn't respond.