“You’re sure this guy can help?” Kat sat in another borrowed car, Clint in the passenger seat. She looked across the street to a modern building that housed an architecture firm, windows tinted blue, reflecting the afternoon sun.
“Reasonably,” said Clint.
Kat got out of the car and marched towards the building like she belonged there. She had put on her best approximation to a business outfit. After rummaging around thrift shops she’d managed to find a pencil skirt and jacket that looked like they went together. Finding a matching pair of half decent heels had been a whole different challenge.
She swept through the swing doors and into the elevator with a few other executive types. She should’ve brought a briefcase, or some kind of bag. On second thoughts it would be an accessory like t
