 Woody was breathing down my neck as I started up the rickety outside stairway at the back of the building. I stopped the landing and turned around to face him. See you later, Woody. I didn't wait to see if he made it all the way to the bottom of the stairs. I was more interested in what was going on at the top. The door had opened and Phyllis stepped inside. The man who let her in looked like Ray McCulley. Who are you? The name is Spade. I don't know that name.