I’d made an appointment with the head of Forever Safes for three o’clock on Wednesday afternoon. It would take me a little over two hours to get there, so I left at noon to give myself enough time for delays, if any. Lunch hour traffic was brutal, the usual for Atlanta. It was muggy out, and I had the air on cold.
When I finally pulled up in front of the Forever Safes warehouse and office building, I was ready to stretch my legs. I got out of the car and grabbed my suit jacket from the backseat. Once I put it on, I locked up and headed into the offices to the left of the work area.
A young woman around the age of twenty-three greeted me with forced cheer. “Good afternoon, sir. Are you Mr. Cotter?” I could smell trepidation on her breath, and her smile seemed desperate.
Trying to put her
