I kept my hands folded and my breathing steady and slow.

Glenn pulled out his phone and began typing a message, perfectly relaxed.

He sent Aunt Martha a short text, grinning at the screen.

He even whistled a short, off-key tune as he typed.

Outside, I saw a second black car with tinted windows pull up to the security entrance.

A man in a dark suit got out and opened the trunk.

At exactly ten o’clock, heavy footsteps rang down the corridor.