She gripped the freezing steering wheel with both hands and let the engine idle.

Arthur walked out of the main building ten minutes later.

He made his way between the expensive SUVs, carrying his scuffed leather briefcase against his chest.

He tapped on the passenger window.

Claire leaned over and pushed the lock up.

Arthur slid into the passenger seat, bringing a rush of cold air into the small car.

He rested the briefcase on his knees.

“The administration office is completely locked up until tomorrow morning,” Arthur said.