Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“You have until I reach that car.”
“That’s twenty feet,” I said.
“Then think fast.”
She started walking.
The attorneys stepped away from the doors.
I looked at the agency, at the glass room where Gavin had told me I should have kept driving, at the lobby where Nina was still watching.
I picked up the box.
“Mrs.