Claire turned toward the escalator, the long polished floor, the glass doors at the end of it.

The Buick sat in a garage two blocks east with a tank of gas and a rattle in the heater.

Eleven minutes, she thought.

I could have them in the car in eleven minutes.

Owen arrived beside her without a sound and stood slightly in front of her, his badge turning slowly on its clip.

Eli came up behind him with the schedule already unfolded, tapping his foot.

“Round one is at eight.