“David hates big men,” I said.

“He can’t figure out how to push them around.”

David opened his car door and stepped out onto the cold concrete.

He had the manila envelope clamped tight under his left arm.

He checked his gold wristwatch, turned his coat collar up around his neck and walked straight to the entrance.

“Give me a minute and a half,” I told Sarah.

“I’m walking right behind you,” Sarah said firmly, jingling the keys in her pocket.