# Chapter 39: Marcus
"Detective Reyes," Silas said, reading the card. "The one with the warrant."
"The one who is my friend," said Nora.
It was nine in the morning, and the rain had come back. They stood in the front hall of the Corsair with Mrs. Aldous's coffee steaming on the console and the elevator waiting, and Silas looked at the small white square in his hand as though it might bite. She had told him where she was going. She had done it exactly as agreed. He turned it over, and over, and the muscle in his jaw worked.
"I'll drive," he said. "I'll wait outside."
"Thank you."
"I won't like it."
"I know."
He did not look at her. He held the door.
The diner was on Fourteenth Street, between a pawnshop and a shuttered cinema, a long low chrome box with a neon sign that said EATS i
