I watched the bank building shrink in the side mirror until we turned the corner onto Grand Avenue.

Arthur kept both hands resting calmly on the steering wheel.

He didn’t turn on the radio.

We parked in front of his strip mall office next to the dry cleaner.

The afternoon sun baked the pavement.

“Mr.

Miller will be finalizing the wire transfer,” Arthur said.

He unlocked his glass door and held it open for me.