Re: First floor: 2:15 a.m.
Each floor he reached, he found Boyd's scent at the entrance to the elevator. It was maddening. He followed it off the stairs each time to a dead end at the closed elevator doors. Her scent was still on the stairs as he ran up them, but tangled in something else, something masculine and smothered by smoke. It was difficult to find her scent beneath it, and when he reached the sixth floor he almost continued right on past it.
But one of the doors was wide open. He sniffed the ground. She'd come through this hall, traces of sweat from the soles of her bare feet still lingering there. He followed the scent toward the open door, moving faster as he came closer to it.
He padded through the apartment, slowing slightly. This place was familiar. Home, den. It took a moment to register. He could smell himself on nearly everything, but wrong, without the musk of soft fur, with soap and cologne and other very human things. He slowed by the fire escape, not so sure of the chase as he had been before. Something was very wrong here.
But he was so close. She couldn't have gone too far. He climbed out onto the fire escape, eyes darting back and forth, searching for his reward. He'd come too far chasing this girl to give up now.