Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
Two young women in navy uniforms walked over with the calm of people who do this every day.
They asked me to step back, and I stepped back onto the wet gravel.
My hands were shaking, so I put them in my pockets.
I took the phone out, with one bar of patience left in me.
Gavin, 7:52: Where are you.
Gavin, 7:58: Whitcombe is in the lobby.
Gavin, 8:04: Answer.
Gavin, 8:11: You have no idea what you have done here.