Chapter 11
We were up and moving by seven Thursday morning. On our way to breakfast we stopped at a drug store to buy sunglasses. Almost everyone we’d seen was wearing them so we fit in, and they’d make a reasonably effective disguise when we checked out the office building housing IY&A.
“We need to find out which suite is theirs,” Coop said as we stood across the street from the building.
“No shit.” I rolled my eyes. Not that he could see me doing that behind the sunglasses. “You wait here. I’ll go have a talk with the guy at the information desk.”
He started to protest, then nodded and turned to look at a display of shoes in the window behind us. When I entered the building, the guy at the desk glanced at me then went back to the magazine he was reading. He didn’t look up again until
