Take tomorrow morning off.”

“I need to check the remote backups at seven tomorrow morning,” I said.

“The Lisbon team takes care of the seven a.m. backups,” David said.

I picked up my laptop bag and slung the strap over my shoulder.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

The drive back to the western suburbs took fifty-five minutes of steady stop-and-go traffic on the Eisenhower Expressway.

Red brake lights glinted off the wet asphalt the whole way to the exit ramp.