Let's Look at the Lab
Washington, D. C., February 2028
Keith found a table in the corner of Starbucks and took a seat, spreading the morning Post on the table before him. One of the reasons he liked coming here was access to a printed paper; besides, he might as well catch up on the news while he waited for McCabe to join him.
McCabe was twenty minutes late, but Keith didn't say anything. For a few million dollars, he could afford to wait. Besides, he'd have been reading at the office anyway.
He stood to greet McCabe when he arrived. "Rich, how are you?"
McCabe took off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. “Late, as usual. I apologize."
"No problem. Hang on and I'll get a hot latte. This one must be cold by now."
"Thanks, that would be great," McCabe said. "I need one."
