Chapter Eight
S.I.S. wasn’t displayed on the building’s list of premises. Either it just hadn’t been added yet or Ryder liked it that way. But the full address was on the back of the card, so Lacie got into the elevator, confident that she was in the right place.
The elevator pinged when it reached the penultimate floor. The doors whooshed open to reveal a slick lobby with a wide white reception desk where a woman sat behind a computer. Behind the receptionist was a white wall emblazoned with the S.I.S. initials in large black lettering. Grey light emanated from behind each letter making the sight professional but striking.
Flanking that screen were two glass walls, which were each garnished with a wide constant waterfall. These premises were modern, professional, and expensive. Ryder h
