“Frank signed off on the preliminary authorization an hour ago,” Garrett said softly.

He stepped forward and closed the gap between us until he was barely six inches away.

His fingers wrapped tight around my right elbow, gripping the cloth of my wool suit jacket with strong, steady pressure.

“Let me walk you down to the elevator, Dad,” Garrett said, loud enough for the two clients in his office to hear every word through the door.

“You look exhausted, and we can’t have you falling in the hallway again.”