September 10, 1981 -
Janet pulled into the parking lot of the Wilson office building; a two-story red brick structure with a band of tinted green windows around it. A bright, clear sky soared overhead. She got out of her car and studied the building"s broad cream-colored, stone entrance. Flanking its north side was a glass-enclosed stairway with a terrace beside it that was sprinkled with tables. People were out eating their lunches on them.
Neil, you were supposed to meet me here at noon. It"s quarter after. I"m here, where are you? Janet thought. She went around her car and popped the trunk. As she rummaged through her camera case, taking inventory, Neil pulled up and parked beside her.
“You found it,” he said, shutting his door and coming around behind the back of his truck.
“Yeah,
