Then we reached the intersection where he normally turned toward his office.
He didn’t turn.
He continued straight ahead.
My stomach tightened.
He drove past several familiar buildings and entered a neighborhood I rarely visited. The streets became quieter, lined with small offices, apartment buildings, and businesses that opened later in the morning.
Eventually, he turned into the parking lot of an old brick building.
There was no large corporate sign outside. Only a modest plaque beside the entrance, partly obscured by a tree.
I pulled over across the street
