I stood on the pavement and watched the automatic glass doors of the lobby lock in front of me.

I turned my back to the glass lobby doors and walked straight to my car.

Daniel was already waiting in the passenger seat of my sedan, holding a cardboard tray with three cups of coffee.

“Four dollars a cup at the place down the street,” Daniel said.

“Sorry to make you drive.

I couldn’t risk Aaron seeing me leave in a taxi from the main entrance.”

“Give me the address,” I said.