Frankie held his gaze at the video, watching as though nothing of particular interest was happening at his building. He took one deep breath in, his chest rising slowly, as if someone asked him how he wanted his eggs prepared and nothing more. I waited, expecting him to admit defeat and usher me out his front door, but then Frankie released the breath in the same steady flow he’d sucked it in, and his next word sent a chill down my spine.

"No."

Westley didn’t ...