Good luck, buddy. “I could do a half-hour coffee break around ten tomorrow morning. Wednesdays are inspection days for housekeeping, so I’ll be focused on that the rest of the day, among other things.”
He smiled. “Great, okay. Well, ten it is. Meet me in the café on the third floor?”
“Sure.” I stifled a yawn, not wanting to be rude. “Have a nice night, Mr. Leung.”
I shut the door and turned on the engine. Titus stepped back and watched me as I drove out of the almost-empty parking area. I knew this because I saw him still standing there in my rearview mirror. Coffee the next day would be interesting. Maybe I had misjudged him. Perhaps he could make a difference here. And anything else I might be interested in would simply have to fizzle out, eventually.
* * * *
At precisely ten in the
