We stopped near an elevator with white doors and no markings at all, except for the strange swirling glyph I'd learned stood for blood. Zachariah led us to a cozy nook of four over-stuffed leather chairs, and we all sat as if we were going to relax and talk.
Zachariah leaned forward, braced his arms on thick thighs, clasped his hands between his knees, and spoke low. “Okay, now this is how it's going to go down. Sabrina is going to get on the elevator. She'll go up to Level A, directly to Tremayne's office. Hobart and I will take the regular elevator to the same floor and go to the outer office. I've called it twice, and no one has answered. The phone went to messages. I think the secretary isn't in until Nicolas is on the job.”
“After last night, I think she quit,” I put in. Zachariah n
