His laptop sat closed on the low coffee table beside an empty glass, its small green power light blinking steadily in the quiet room.

I stepped inside as quietly as I could and unfolded the wool blanket over his shoulders.

He shifted slightly as the wool touched his arm, breathing slowly and deeply, completely lost to exhaustion.

His heavy leather briefcase sat on the corner of the polished oak desk, the two brass latches unclasped and open by a fraction of an inch.

A sheaf of heavy legal paper stuck out of the main inner compartment, its crisp white edge standing out sharply against the dark leather lining.

I stepped closer to the desk, keeping my eyes on Daniel’s sleeping face as my slippers slid over the rug.