“You wouldn’t have that inspection license if I hadn’t fought the city board for your credentials ten years ago,” I said.

Mark rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“Who poured you this coffee?”

“Garrett,” I said firmly.

He stared at me for three seconds without a sound.

Then he slipped the glass vial into the front pocket of his white lab coat.

“Meet me in the parking lot behind the building at five thirty,” Mark said.

“Don’t bring anybody.”