13Caprock headquarters sat midway between Dulles International Airport and downtown DC.
Following the two-lane road into the office park, I passed lines of leafy green poplars. The trees separated rows with spaces for two hundred cars.
The fringe areas of the lot were empty. I counted eight cars parked closer to the park’s three sleek glass-and-steel structures.
I headed for the gleaming five-story building at the center. Caprock HQ was on the ground floor.
I was glad to see no cars parked out front. So far, I was alone here.
I pulled into Jeff’s reserved spot. It was only twenty paces from the double-doored entrance at the building’s center.
I popped out of the Volvo. Hung my bag from my shoulder. Collected my empty boxes from the rear.
I used my keycard to enter the building. The
