We walked out into the bright morning sun.

The parking garage smelled of eucalyptus and salt spray.

“Did Nora call you before you got on the plane?” Theo asked as he unlocked the passenger door of his dark gray truck.

“She confirmed the wire cleared at midnight,” I said.

“Fifty million dollars sitting in an unencumbered account.”

“Then your time is your own now,” Theo said.

He shut my door gently and walked around to the driver’s side.

The architecture studio stood on a rocky bluff three hundred feet above the Pacific Ocean.