The rest of the drive from L.A. to Van Nuys was taken in total silence. By the time Cyrus parked the Land Rover and the group piled out, it was nearly five, so Jonah was surprised to still see a slew of Beamers and Audis in the parking spaces.
“Let me do the talking.”
Cyrus adjusted his suit jacket and led the way inside. Jonah heard someone behind him whistle as they entered a large lobby of steel and glass. Large letters made of pressed metal lined the back wall to announce that they had arrived at Bates Security.
“Mr. Bates has already seen his last client for the day,” The large woman with nails as long as talons spoke without looking up. “You will have to schedule an appointment.”
“It is lovely to see you again, Griselda.”
The woman’s head snapped around, and she grinned. “Cyrus
