12
In spite of heavy home-after-the-bar traffic, the trio arrived at Agate Associates a half hour later. Jack peeled his hand off the oh-s**t handle above his door and glared at Peter. “Do you mind not swerving between moving traffic, Pete? I think my non-existent heart almost stopped.”
“You kept insisting we were in a hurry,” Peter countered.
“Yeah, but not to die again.”
Nena stuck her head between the seats and glanced from one to the other. “Boys, I really don’t like this place, so could we get this over with?”
The trio stepped out and climbed the many steps up to the foyer doors. The night air was still and they had left the traffic far behind them. Nobody wanted to be around the commercial district of their jobs if they could help it.
“Wait.” Peter and Nena paused and bo
