Nick, Daniel and I stood outside the penthouse patiently waiting for Munro to arrive with the excitement of five year olds waiting for their dads. I have met Munro but they haven't and that makes them more anxious to see him. I understand how they feel, I really do. I'd be anxious too.
As we stood outside the penthouse, the anticipation of Munro's imminent arrival weighed heavily on our minds. The phone call he had given me earlier had promised his presence within minutes, setting our hearts aflutter with excitement and anticipation.
It was a stark departure from Munro's usual habits; he had always eschewed modern technology, preferring to do things the old-fashioned way to avoid what he often referred to as the complications of modern life. He never wanted technology to take over but
