Even people who had no reason to follow companies recognized his photograph.

Patrick certainly did.

Gavin advanced slowly, his cane tapping against the floor.

He was in his late fifties, with sharp blue eyes and a face usually photographed looking displeased by a question.

Now he looked at me as though he had been trying to find my face for a very long time.

He stopped between Patrick and my chair.

“Without your money?” he asked.

Patrick’s mouth opened, then closed.